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So Terra has a history of bad Thanksgiving. A really bad one. So bad now we look back at them and laugh.

Let me illustrate to you:

( The last time I invited my dad to the same party as my friend, or why what really matter is not who you are, or WHAT you do, but WHO you do. )

( Screw the cranberry sauce, male pastries mean you were abused as a child )