With all due respect to my great aunt Prissy, I was in no mood for life lessons. She kept telling me to sniff the flowers but I had other things to do, plus there was pollen, perhaps a bee, thorns - it was a nightmare. My first Thanksgiving, however, was incredible. Everything was so fun and the food (from what I could smell) was delicious (of all the delicious vegetables offered I got to have some Gerber's creamed peas). I also got to meet my first Cincinnati Bengal, and I have to admit I wasn't that impressed, I don't really see what my Dad and Mom see in that team. Based on one case, granted, they appear to be as big of losers off the field as on it.
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