I think my favorite part of Thanksgiving is when we gather ‘round the trellis and listen to grandfather tell stories about living on Plymouth Rock and how they tried to impress the "natives" with the buckles on their shoes… Whaaaaaaaaaaa??? You don’t have a Thanksgiving Trellis?
Another Helpful Hint from the Silverfox: When entertaining your home-teachers, it’s always best to camouflage the booze behind the salad dressing. They tend to find it unsettling… the home-teachers, not the Silverfox.
I promise not only to keep America free of back hair and stale Mike ‘N’ Ikes, but also to put diet beverage in ALL the drinking fountains. DEMOCRACY, HELL YEAH!