Happy Thanksgiving!

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In the United States, today is Thanksgiving.  Though in recent years more the kickoff to the Christmas season than its own standalone holiday, the first Thanksgiving was allegedly a celebration between European settlers and Native Americans after successfully braving a harsh winter in what they called the "New World".  Or at least, that's what my history textbooks told me growing up.  I'll gloss over the fact that the same Native Americans who taught the pilgrims to harvest corn would eventually be massacred as a show of gratitude and instead say that for me, the holiday has always represented a time to gather with family and overeat.  I say that with no real humor:  Most years, Thanksgiving dinner finds me frantically searching my already-loaded plate for just one more inch of space, enough for a last speck of food.  I often find myself layering.  Rolls rest atop slices of turkey.  Vegetables are floated in the gravy indentation atop the mashed potatoes.  Cranberries mingle with stuffing.  I don't know why I don't just come back for seconds.  Well, actually I do come back for seconds.  But I still overfill my plate.  Thanksgiving night is probably not akin to Valentine's Day in terms of after-dinner intimacy.  Some go to bed early in order to wake on time for Black Friday sales the following morning.  For me, however, the postprandial somnolence brought on by alcohol and tryptophan usually leads to a full-blown food coma.  I expect that this year will be no different, as Jill's parents are hosting dinner for a very large group of family and friends, and the meal - and for that matter, any meal they serve - never fails to be a sumptuous feast.  I don't know exactly what is on the menu this year, but I suspect it won't be much different than the traditional turkey dinner that many of you who celebrate Thanksgiving will enjoy.  

As it is Thanksgiving, we would like to take this opportunity to say thanks.  Whether you're a lurker who stops by regularly or infrequently, an occasional commenter, or a consistent presence at our blog whose comments we can count on with regularity, we appreciate you taking the time to read our blog.  We can't properly convey what it means to us, nor can we sufficiently express our gratitude to all of you.  That the things we post are of interest to people other than ourselves is very flattering, and that you all take time out of your schedules to read our blog is an honor.  We hope that what you find here in the future keeps you coming back.  Again, thank you all.


We are also very grateful to those whose blogs we frequent.  We appreciate all of you, whether you write erotica, post recipes, tell stories of your lives, share photography, or a little bit of everything.  We are thankful to have a window into your world, and without these interactions Jill and I suspect that our daily lives would be unacceptably ordinary.  Or at least not quite as spectacular as you've helped make them.   

Since this is a sex blog, and Jill and I have the minds of twelve-year-olds sometimes, we thought we'd pass along the following:

18 Dirty Things You Can Only Say on Thanksgiving

1.  Talk about a huge breast!
2.  Tying the legs together keeps the inside moist.
3.  It's Cool Whip time!
4.  If I don't undo my pants, I'll burst!
5.  That's one terrific spread!
6.  I'm in the mood for a little dark meat.
7.  Are you ready for seconds yet?
8.  Its a little dry, do you still want to eat it?
9.  Just wait your turn, you'll get some!
10.  Don't play with your meat.
11.  Just spread the legs open & stuff it in.
12.  Do you think you'll be able to handle all these people at once?
13.  I didn't expect everyone to come at once!
14.  You still have a little bit on your chin.
15.  How long will it take after you stick it in?
16.  You'll know it's ready when it pops up.
17.  Wow, I didn't think I could handle all of that!
18.  That's the biggest one I've ever seen!

Happy Thanksgiving!