aren't i gonna get a reputation for being soft on turkeys?
The family is gone, so I can take my bra off. \o/ It's a good bra, but after twelve hours, it starts to feel a little restrictive.
I hope everyone had a lovely day today, those of you who celebrate Thanksgiving, and those of you who don't. My day was full of BACON and PIE and STUFFING and PIE and also FRUIT ON STICKS. And also family and youtube and there was, as always, talk of PORN at the table, and also fences and a lot of wine and a lot of laughing.
I am very thankful for my family and my friends, for their continued health, for fandom, for the characters and stories I love, for everything I've learned. *snugs you all*
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Sam: Well over three and a half centuries ago, strengthened by faith and bound by a common desire for liberty, a small band of pilgrims sought out a place in the New World where they could worship according to their own beliefs... and solve crimes. By day, they churn butter and worship according to their own beliefs and by night, they solve crimes.
Toby: Read the thing.
Sam: Pilgrim detectives.
Toby: Do you see me laughing?
Sam: I think you're laughing on the inside.
CJ: I need you to pardon a turkey.
Bartlet: I already pardoned a turkey... aren't I gonna get a reputation for being soft on turkeys?
...
CJ: They sent me two turkeys. The most photo-friendly of the two gets a Presidential pardon and a full life at a children's zoo. The runner-up gets eaten.
Bartlet: If the Oscars were like that, I'd watch.
...
Bartlet: CJ, I have really no judicial jurisdiction over birds.
CJ: Yes, I know that, and you know that, but Morton Horn doesn't know that.
Bartlet: He's in high school and he doesn't know I can't pardon his turkey? CJ, if we don't and I mean completely overhaul public education in this country...
Bartlet: Morton, I can't pardon a turkey. If you think I can pardon a turkey, then you have got to go back to your school and insist that you be better prepared to go out in the world.
Donna: You can't pardon a turkey?
Bartlet: No. I'll tell you what I can do. I'm drafting this turkey into military service.
Now I want to watch Shibboleth. Sigh.
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I hope everyone had a lovely day today, those of you who celebrate Thanksgiving, and those of you who don't. My day was full of BACON and PIE and STUFFING and PIE and also FRUIT ON STICKS. And also family and youtube and there was, as always, talk of PORN at the table, and also fences and a lot of wine and a lot of laughing.
I am very thankful for my family and my friends, for their continued health, for fandom, for the characters and stories I love, for everything I've learned. *snugs you all*
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Sam: Well over three and a half centuries ago, strengthened by faith and bound by a common desire for liberty, a small band of pilgrims sought out a place in the New World where they could worship according to their own beliefs... and solve crimes. By day, they churn butter and worship according to their own beliefs and by night, they solve crimes.
Toby: Read the thing.
Sam: Pilgrim detectives.
Toby: Do you see me laughing?
Sam: I think you're laughing on the inside.
CJ: I need you to pardon a turkey.
Bartlet: I already pardoned a turkey... aren't I gonna get a reputation for being soft on turkeys?
...
CJ: They sent me two turkeys. The most photo-friendly of the two gets a Presidential pardon and a full life at a children's zoo. The runner-up gets eaten.
Bartlet: If the Oscars were like that, I'd watch.
...
Bartlet: CJ, I have really no judicial jurisdiction over birds.
CJ: Yes, I know that, and you know that, but Morton Horn doesn't know that.
Bartlet: He's in high school and he doesn't know I can't pardon his turkey? CJ, if we don't and I mean completely overhaul public education in this country...
Bartlet: Morton, I can't pardon a turkey. If you think I can pardon a turkey, then you have got to go back to your school and insist that you be better prepared to go out in the world.
Donna: You can't pardon a turkey?
Bartlet: No. I'll tell you what I can do. I'm drafting this turkey into military service.
Now I want to watch Shibboleth. Sigh.
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