We most certainly were not enjoying a turkey dinner with creepy Uncle Jimmy.
It’s a safe bet he’s the lurker in the corner.
As well as a lung, part of my liver, a piece of colon, and half of my vocal chords.
Downtown Louisville looked just like this when we were there, except more cold and gray.
End of story. Nobody looses and eye, nothing else happens. It’s just simply fun and games. I like how that version of the story ends better than the old warning your elders always gave you.