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Look at me everybody.
I’m a bird.
Mom: Joseph can you please get down off the Thanksgiving table and put some clothes on?
Minxie: I like when you pour the cranberry out of the can and it just sits there on the plate as one big cylindrical slab.
Fred: Is that bird a free-range bird?
Cheryl: I believe that’s what we asked for at Safeway.
Fred: I was talking about Joseph!!!
Uncle Charles: When do the hillbillies arrive?
Dad: Please don’t refer to my relatives in such a manner.
They prefer free-range hobos.
Mom: Who put the cat in the refrigerator?
Timmy: Look what I can do with my pinkie toe.
Minxie: I no longer want any of the cranberry cylindrical slab!!!
Uncle Charles: I’m having an out-of-body experience.
Mom: Somebody get a mop.