The bird waiting to be prepped...
Dean grossing me out by pretending that he is going to eat the liver and heart. He eventually did eat them after it was cooked, and even had our friend Jeff try a bite. Sickos. Dean actually likes the taste but Jeff didn't think it was too yummy.
Dean enjoying ripping things out of the turkey a little too much. He was supposed to have been born in the 1800's so that he could do this on a weekly basis, killing the turkey and all, but I wasn't willing to be born in an age that had no running water, no electricity, and no anesthesia so Dean decided that he loved me so much that he was willing to not be a pioneer or a mountain man.
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