Happy Thanksgiving!

"Pie with your coffee?"

                                                                

     No, I haven't lost what's left of my mind, I know it's not the actual Thanksgiving, with its stuffing your face until the top three buttons on your pants forcibly eject, causing the size of the gathering to decrease by a couple, football-caused overdoses, the crappy weather (at least here!), and Aunt Gladys trying to hug you, and as far as you know, you don't have an Aunt Gladys. No, I'm talking about that walking, talking rubber chicken, Donald Trump, declaring his candidacy for the highest office in the land, I mean besides being host of 'Celebrity Apprentice' (think about it, the nuclear deal with Iran, or Betty White trying to run a Jack-in-the-Box? (I don't watch crap like that show, so if anything rings untrue about how 'Celebrity Apprentice' works, my apologies!).  

     It's gotta be a joke, right? Funny I said 'right', because apparently, they don't find the prospect of 'President Trump' as hilarious as I do. The only other people who'd find this as funny as I do (terrifying, also!) is anyone who's not A. American, or B. Republican. So Happy Pho-Thanksgiving. And you won't even need the wishbone to make this dream to come true!