I’ve always felt that the Thanksgiving holiday was more stressful than Christmas. Not that Christmas is nice and calm. It can turn into a family shit show but at least there are presents. Yes, I’m all about the presents. What do you get for Thanksgiving? Bloated, tired, and a strong urge to stab your dickhead brother-in-law.
I have a particular male relative in mind when I saw the one below.
It never fails. There always seem to be that one older relative who farts their way across the room while you have to stand there and pretend not to notice. Meanwhile, you’re about to pee your pants from the laughter you’re trying to keep in.