Everyone is so busy preparing their little "Thanksgiving" feasts, obsessing over gratitude and family bonds... It’s almost sickening. Honestly, if you’re going to celebrate love and devotion, shouldn't you be worried about who—or *what*—is actually sitting at your table? 😈
I personally find that love tastes much better when it’s been... harvested.
Does anyone else find it amusing how easily they trust those they claim to love? Or am I the only one here with actual taste?