Originally published at: "As God as my witness, I thought turkeys could fly" | Boing Boing
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I saw wild turkeys fly before. It wasn’t exactly graceful though.
Every year this tired clip gets dragged out and every year I’m annoyed, because the entire foundation of the joke is a myth, turkeys can actually fly.
Wild turkeys can. Domestic turkeys can’t. Not only are they too fat to fly, they’re too fat to fuck. They have to reproduce by artificial insemination.
Every year one of the finest moments in television history is remembered. Go listen to that shitty Alice’s Restaurant.
Classic.
Now to watch The March of the Wooden Soldiers. Which was on the teevee every thanksgiving growing up and was a family thing.
Do they use a turkey baster?
The turkeys think so.
Can I love them both?
Yes, but I recommend washing it out before using it on gravy.
Or not. It’s really up to you.
Yes, but only the most seasoned (ahem) professional has the honor after years of training. They even get a special badge.
The second S on that badge is super important
This. Saying “turkeys can fly” is like saying “a human can run down a horse over long distances.” Technically true, but most of us aren’t exactly in prime hunter-gatherer shape these days and couldn’t do it even if our lives depended on it. And our species hasn’t even been intentionally bred for obesity.
Nothing like a long-winded protest anthem that’s not really about war at all, but a bunch of selfish brats who can’t clean up after themselves.
You sure about that?
And what an asshole Snoopy was for not letting on that he had a complete Thanksgiving dinner in his doghouse the whole time…
Hey, you ask a dog to make toast, he makes toast! It’s not his fault no one asked about his Thanksgiving plans.