Let’s face it. Ever since we were five years old, we’ve giggled every time someone utters the word “breasts” around the Thanksgiving Day table. That they mean it in a culinary way doesn’t matter at all. Everytime Uncle Joe smacks his lips and asks Aunt Mavis for some of that breast meat, we titter like children and elbow our equally deviant kin.
God bless us. The term “white meat” is funny in a distantly racist way, and “thighs” are good for at least a snort. I’ve always found “yams” a curiously funny word too, like something a street raw gumshoe would say when referring to his delectable sidekicks mammaries.
But enough. I give you a photo presented by AO and in fact one taken in her home just last night. Somewhere deep inside of us, didn’t we always suspect that this is the kind of thing that goes on in her household?
When she’s not drowning squirrels in the backyard pool or saving me from horrific traffic accidents, she’s at home dressing up barnyard fowls in her own lingerie and somehow, I’m not even a little shocked. And she doesn’t mess around: after sending along this mouth watering photo, she told me that the bra and panties are high end garments from Paris. Hey, anything less would make that bird look like a whore.
Have a great bird day everybody, whether it’s a day about thankfulness, spirituality or just stuffing your maw. Feel free to pass along any embarassments that may arise. You know how we love those.
Incidentally, if you find yourself sexually aroused by the above photo, for God’s sake, stay away from Aunt Mavis for the rest of the day and then get yourself some help. I know what I’m talking about too because, man… I just can’t stop looking at it.