There she is, folks. Twelve-point-nine pounds of Butterball beauty, baby! This photo represents Step One: Defrost the Son of a Bitch. I will now give this bird three full days to defrost in the jovial company of these fine American craft brews. Then, I aim to roast it.Thanksgiving is imminent, my friends!
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"Look at all the junk food! You actually eat this stuff?"
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