Called "the Suntanned Turkey," this one comes up every year around Thanksgiving. When I first blogged about it in 2007, it was going around in an email that came complete with this charming little bit of rhyming fat hatred:
May your potatoes and gravy have never a lump.
May your yams be delicious and your pies take the prize,
And may your Thanksgiving dinner stay off your thighs!
Yeah—'cuz if you're fat, no one will ever make a turkey that looks like you to carve apart in a ritualistic holiday feast! Or something.
I can't even begin to tell you how fast I would stand up and walk out of a Thanksgiving dinner (or any other dinner, for that matter) in which the main course had been anthropomorphized to evoke a woman, just before a carving knife was plunged into it.
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