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This thread is the hottest thing I've read on this site for quite some time. I love all you sick, creative people
I fantasize about sitting down with a big group of friends, maybe a dozen of them, and everyone accidentally piles their plates with more food than they can eat... and everyone starts enlisting me to help them clean their plates, because nobody wants to waste food. I wind up becoming a designated human garbage disposal, and for the rest of the day, my job becomes to sit there and eat everyone's leftovers, while everyone else gets up to chat or watch TV or take naps. Every time someone gets more food or takes a plate of dessert, they wind up taking too much--but, "Oh, don't worry, he'll get it... just put the plate over by him..." and everyone will act like this is totally normal. And with so many people, plates will be coming my way constantly--just when I think I'll've finally finished, someone will set another one down.
By the time the day ends, I'll be an overbloated whale. My pants will be totally unzipped, and my huge, gurgling belly will fill my lap, unable to fit inside my shirt anymore. It'll be so heavy I won't be able to stand up.
"Happy Thanksgiving!" everyone will laugh, as they take pictures of me, half-conscious and blown up like a blimp, behind those incriminating piles of empty plates...
This thread is the hottest thing I've read on this site for quite some time. I love all you sick, creative people
I fantasize about sitting down with a big group of friends, maybe a dozen of them, and everyone accidentally piles their plates with more food than they can eat... and everyone starts enlisting me to help them clean their plates, because nobody wants to waste food. I wind up becoming a designated human garbage disposal, and for the rest of the day, my job becomes to sit there and eat everyone's leftovers, while everyone else gets up to chat or watch TV or take naps. Every time someone gets more food or takes a plate of dessert, they wind up taking too much--but, "Oh, don't worry, he'll get it... just put the plate over by him..." and everyone will act like this is totally normal. And with so many people, plates will be coming my way constantly--just when I think I'll've finally finished, someone will set another one down.
By the time the day ends, I'll be an overbloated whale. My pants will be totally unzipped, and my huge, gurgling belly will fill my lap, unable to fit inside my shirt anymore. It'll be so heavy I won't be able to stand up.
"Happy Thanksgiving!" everyone will laugh, as they take pictures of me, half-conscious and blown up like a blimp, behind those incriminating piles of empty plates...
Oh my, that is my fantasy also.
Okay, how about some 2015 Thanksgiving fantasies from everyone now that November has begun?
Only 23 stuffing days until Thanksgiving!
8 years