There’s lots to be thankful for this time of year. Family. (The ones you get along with, anyway). Friends. (The ones who stick around even though you haven’t returned their text from last week.) And food. Always thankful for the food. Especially if someone else is cooking it.
Because let’s face it, if the motto of “things can always be worse” doesn’t apply to the holidays, I don’t know what does.
So if you’re stressing out about listening to Aunt Betty’s politics while choking down her green bean casserole, or fretting about the mostly-defrosted turkey you’ve got in the oven, or generally just need a laugh to get you through the day, we’ve got you covered.
Behold: Thanksgiving fails.
What the fresh hell is this?! The stuff of nightmares, that’s what.
Oh wait… this is coming to haunt your dreams now too.
See…this is exactly why I don’t eat green bean casserole.
And let’s just say, this would likely be what would happen if I cooked Thanksgiving dinner.
I don’t even know what is going on here.
Just when you think the meal can’t get any worse, out comes dessert.
But burnt has nothing on desserts that literally look like poop.
Whether you’re having a calm Thanksgiving, or a frazzled one, one this is clear: nothing takes the festivities up a notch like phallic napkins.
Except maybe a turkey with boobs.