Ol’ Buttermilk Pie

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experts predict busy Thanksgiving for the finger thing

I’m aware that readers of this blog may see me as a prick bastard incisive social commentator. Looking back over my recent posts, I’ve called people dorks, dipshits and morons. If you’ve come to the conclusion that I am cold and cynical, I offer this.

There. Now I feel I can insult people with impunity for another six months at least.

I was privileged to spend Thanksgiving with the Prices, who along with having a highly admirable family tradition involving buttermilk pie “and yes Dad, we sang that to the tune of the Hoagie Carmichael song”, are one of the most pleasant groups of conversationalists you could hope to meet. In addition to a whole lot of just darned smart and funny people, our group of turkey worriers included an esteemed author and an eminent historian. So what did we discuss ’round the table?

Michael Jackson.

Consensus: whether or not he’s guilty, he probably should have stopped inviting kids for sleepovers a long time ago.

And as far as the finger thing goes:

I’m declaring it a full-fledged meme.