Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.  RAAAR!  I know that it is no longer technically Thanksgiving, but we were so busy that we were unable to get this up any sooner.  And really, if you are the kind of person who gets bogged down by little details, you are exactly the type of person I derive most satisfaction from eating.  If you're all "WAAA!  WAAH!! You said that wrong!! You spelled that wrong!! You ate my child!! Waah WAAHH my LEG, OH that HURTS!!" or whatever  you and I probably won't get along.  That's why my friend here and I are still friends.  RAAR! Okay, anyway.  Here are some photographs of our preparations for thanksgiving dinner.

This is us the night before, getting ready to bake.  My friend hates baking.  I don't like it much, either.  Sometimes you have to do what you have to do.  Did you see his apron?  It looks cool.  What?  Oh, he says that chicks dig a man in an apron, so if you are a lady, come on down.  He's sensitive and attentive to your needs.  I'm not quite sure what needs those would be, unless they were baking related.   Right.  So, onward.  Here are some more photos.

 

 

RAAAAR!! Okay, I don't know why he thinks this picture is so funny, or why it needed to be included, but here it is.  I am not HIDING from the bowl of white powder.  I know perfectly well that it is not The Anthrax.  It is flour.  You are not as funny as you think you are, and you are lucky that I do not EAT YOU.  Just because you are my friend, that does not mean I am not still a MONSTER.  It is my nature!! Eating people!

 
 

RAAAAR!!!  This is the turkey.  My friend here says that it looks like someone he knows and that she needs to go to the clinic, but I'm not exactly sure what he means by that.  All I know is that I was really hungry looking at this, and I was glad that I am a monster and not some vegetarian, getting ready to cook up a big tofu thing.  RAAAR.  I like tofu, don't get me wrong:  I am a Monster for the 21st century, but on Thanksgiving, it is all about the bird.  Here, you will notice, we have already stuffed it with a white bread-with-some-stuff-stuffing.  We are purists when it comes to filling animal orifaces with bread for the sake of a tasty side dish.  What?  Did you think that because I am a monster, I do not like to cook??  I love to cook!!  This does not mean I will not eat you.  I will.
 
 
 
 
 

 
 

RAAAR!! This is the last photograph from the festivities!  I wish he'd managed to get a photo of us all around the table and how nice everything looked.  I set a lovely table.  It's true!  Monsters have an uncanny ability to match plates and tablecloths and make a nice and pleasant atmosphere for all the guests.  Refilling drinks, having a nice artichoke and spinach dip out with some home-toasted garlic pita for people to enjoy while watching a little fine Thanksgiving television, those are all just little parts of what I like about having parties.  Not that that makes me any less of a tough monster.  Because I am.  Look at this knife!! Look what I did to this bird!! Only a really rough and tumble monster would be able to carve with such aplomb.  Because I am secure in my monsterness, that's what makes me a great host. Plus, if you don't like my cooking, you know what happens, right?  If you complain?  That's right.  Of course you do.  I EAT YOU.  RAAAARRR!!!