Had to do it. Had. To. Do it. Because I'm just fucked in the head like that. Although an equal portion of the blame goes to the sexy Mister Eli Roth.
The dinner plates this year looked like a Man vs. Food challenge--I can easily see us spreading them out over three meals, and that doesn't even include the leftovers. (Maybe there's a shelter around here that'll accept a last-minute donation...?) I desperately hope the Boom Boom Pow family down below doesn't get any cute ideas about cranking their detestable stereo for the second time today; most of us would like to go into our turkey comas in peace.
EDIT: Assholes! Quit blocking all my favorites! :elbows YouTube in the crotch and goes off to sulk: