Arrr, matey! Tryptophan ain't the culprit, 'tis the mighty carbs that be lullin' ye into a turkey-induced slumber!
2024-11-28
Arrr, matey! Blame the turkey all ye want for ye endin' up a heap on the couch, but the true scallywags be hidin' on yer plate! Aye, them sneaky potatoes and rascally gravy be the real troublemakers, makin' ye a crumpled mess! Har har har!
Arrr matey! Gather 'round as I spin ye a tale about a day o' feasting that be gone awry! Aye, ye may point yer finger at that plump turkey, layin' there all golden and glorious, but let me tell ye, it be a scurvy trick! The true ruffians lurk upon the plate, ready to cast ye into a slumber fit for Davy Jones himself.