Happy Thanksgiving from Virtual Mirage
A word to the wise: You will not be allowed entry into Valhalla for eating too much Turkey and fixin’s on Thanksgiving. Therefore I offer this hint. Wear a firearm or a knife and with your last gasp, draw the weapon and hold it in your hand to let the Valkyries know that even though you didn’t go out in a desperate battle against impossible odds, your heart was in the right place. Will that get you into the corpse hall? I don’t know/can’t say, but it’s worth a shot. It will also freak out the paramedics when they arrive.

Useful hint: Never eat more than you can lift.

25 COMMENTS

  1. Well then I'm assured entrance because with my cooking skills, though my heart's in the right place, it is a desperate battle against impossible odds!

    Happy Thanksgiving, Pilgrim…

  2. Valhalla? No thanks. I hear they serve steak well done with ketchup. Could be wrong about that.

    Wishing you and yours a great day.

  3. As long as they let me in the mess hall.
    I served as a mess check.
    Our motto: "So that others might eat!"
    Happiest of Thanksgivings to you (until next year)!

  4. Ok, Brig. I know that your biscuits may chip a tooth, but they can also be used for clay pigeons. So there's bright side (glass half full) to that situation. Happy Thanksgiving.

  5. Thanks Ed. I hope that you eat too much and nap a bit too long – but not so long that the Valkyries think that you're done for. Happy Thanksgiving.

  6. I work in Boston, so no firearms and max 2.5-inch blade length. That probably won't impress my Valkyrie, but it might make her laugh, so that's something at least.

    Just got back from my first-ever (nearly) vegetarian Thanksgiving. (At the home of a Finn, yet!) But there WAS turkey at the end, so I got to enjoy the seared flesh of a creature that once had a loving mother.

    Happy Thanksgiving to all of you lot!

  7. Didn't see that bit of advice until long after I filled up on fine vittles. Luckily I survived. I did have my sidearm and a blade handy just in case.

  8. I did very little work toward the ultimate feast, and took a nap mid-morning to reinforce that attitude. (I was not the Little Red Hen) However, I ate too much and called it quits before I became ill.

    I don't think that there's anyone in North Korea who eats too much except for Dear Leader Un, the only fat man in the country. Yet here, in this place, almost all of us (with the exception of Mike C – above – who went to a vegetarian extravaganza) in this nation have the abundance to call on without all that much thought.

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