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Thanksgiving Feast
Thanksgiving is always a time of getting together and celebrating. Ever year I am known for throwing my famous Thanksgiving Feast. It is mostly known for the famous people who come. This year was probably the weirdest bunch of people so far. This year the guest list was; Michael Jackson, Pee-wee Herman, Jerry Springer, The Boogeyman (WWE© wrestler), and John Cena. Including having a heterogeneous mix of guests, there was also an extremely odd menu. This menu included; live worms (it’s the only thing The Boogeyman eats), dog treats, mud pies, ocean coral, horse hooves, dog food, cat food, and glasses of dog drool to drink. As the guests began to arrive, I comported and tried to look demure. One of the weirdest things happened, instead of The Boogeyman arriving at the front door, he came out from my basement. He reeked a mixture of gasoline and graveyard soil. When I asked him why and how he got into my basement he garbled something about taking the wrong turn underground. Being a little afraid, I quickly dropped the subject. After all the guests had arrived, I lead them the way to the dining room. Everything was set up, except for the food; that would be the last part. As I escorted them into the room, I noticed Pee-wee attempting to talk to my furniture; this made me think that maybe he had spent a little too much time in the playhouse. As we all sat down, we began talking about a variety of subjects. First, Michael showed us pictures of some of his friends, whom most, I realized were younger boys. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one who noticed either. After Michael was done, Jerry said he would offer to help Michael with his “problem”. Immediately, Michael had a rivulet of sweat began to pour down his face, began to quaver, and was relentless about divulging his problem. After an awkward moment of silence, a staccato issuing from The Boogeyman broke it. Everyone turned his or her heads to see what the commotion was. It was he just randomly making noises. Then after another few minutes were squandered, I stood up and made a concise speech and how I was thankful that everyone came, so I could forestall any more minutes wasted. Then, sat back down and rang a mini bell that had been resting in front of me on the table. Instantly, butlers came pushing carts full of food. Instantly, The Boogeyman dived into the live worms, eating them whole. That made some of the people seated around him recoil. All staring, open mouthed, as he devoured the worms. I, still trying to recoup, stood up feeling brevity in breath form I just witnessed, and my appetite deteriorating, I announced it was time to eat. As I ate I was enlightened to hear that Cena was also a proponent of global warming. As time began to become deprecation, we stopped eating. Feeling like our pants would rip any second and knowing no party could go past 10:00 pm by statue, I had to escorted my guests out. Once again noticing Pee-wee say good-bye to my chair.
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