Don't want my giblets touched
The Motown Turkesses are back with a holiday number that is strangely "in tune" with recent events on a national scale.
Use your imagination! Turkeys fly. Yes, they do.
I'm staying on terra firma this Thanksgiving ... like I do all of the time unless I'm up in the air harping about something.
(Which, come to think of it, happens with alarming frequency, but which -- as of this writing -- requires no security check.)
However, if you do avail yourself of the "convenience" of traveling via commercial aviation in your journey to Grandmother's house this Thanksgiving, maybe you can serenade your friendly official TSA patter-downer with a verse or two of this timely ditty!
Yeah ... I said downer.
Reader Comments (5)
That's great. We won't be flying this year. I hope enough people complain about the terrible frisking that is going on. This has gotten crazy.
The world gets crazier by the day. But not crazy enough to do a vegan Thanksgiving, thank you very much!
Don't touch the giblets! ROFL!!! I'm afraid that the Knoxville TSA agent got to 3rd base with me on our last airline flight. I had the sudden urge afterwards to smoke a cigarette!
So cool. In a sad way.
Nope we never fly anymore. But our beautiful college student Grand daughter will be. -sigh-
Hahahahaha!!......I just have no comment.....you and Donna are Right On....LOLOL
hughugs