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My Thanksgiving dinner in pictures, and why I no longer f*ck with blueberry cobbler.
When I was a kid, perhaps 10 years old, I had my first chance to sit at the adults table for Thanksgiving.
It was the greatest.
I got to eat and eat and eat to my hearts content.
This is when I learned I really like stuffing.
I pigged out so much that I suddenly felt like I had to use the bathroom that was attached to the dining room.
So I went, but didn't quite get the door shut before the problems started.
I began throwing up. EVERYWHERE.
And the family sat in horror as I puked up a rainbow of colors and just all the farking food I could vomit.
I looked like a vomiting lawn sprinkler that was spraying blueberry tinted food e'rywhere.
He did not look good at all.
And then, the shiat hit the fan, and carpet, and tables, and well, it kind of looked like this