deconstructing the turducken

This isĀ fiction. Which means it’s entirely made up, and definitely not at all based on any real people or events.   Cornelius Kipling came over to our house for Thanksgiving. I didn’t invite him; I would never, ever invite him. He was guaranteed to show up slightly drunk and very belligerent, carrying a two-thirds empty … Continue reading deconstructing the turducken