It's like Christmas in July, only scarier. It's the 60's... a simpler time. No cell phones, no internets, and your TV only gets 3 channels. So that leaves lots more time for good ol' wholesome family goodness. Right? But yet, I feel a strange disturbance in The Force. There's something lurking just below the surface here that's not quite right.
Something slightly sinister.
This poor kid looks like she hasn't seen food in years. She's like, "OMG FOOD!!!" Maybe she's been held prisoner in some "Silence of the Lambs" dungeon, and just let out to celebrate Thanksgiving with her captors. They even dressed her up real nice in a bonnet and put ribbons on her pigtails. But look how she's holding on to that glass of milk, as if for dear life. She's starving, I tell you, and she'll have no mercy on that ham. Or the yams. I'm betting she'll even eat the peas. And the garnish. And that hand shoving the plate in her direction?I predict bite marks.
Soup's on!
Nothing screams "desperation" like dinner from a 60's era aluminum pan. And nothing screams "restraining order" like the stove shoved in front of the door.
What's with that look? Seriously. Is the turkey laced with cyanide?
I think the guy in the upper left is in on it.
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