Tonight we had hoped to put together a little strangeness that will have to wait until next year.
Six guys walk into a bar dressed like turkeys. Not big suits, although that would be funny,
just brown clothes with brown wings, maybe a weird cab with a comb, and a dangling neck thing.
They have to begin and end every sentence with "Gobble."
As in "Gobble I'd like a Red Hook gobble." or "Gobble where's the rest room gobble."The turkeys hang out and have a drink.
They offer no explanation.
After their drink, they move on to another bar and repeat the process.
Ten minutes behind them to each bar, six guys enter dressed as pilgrims with muskets. Looking for turkeys.
Gobble. Go have fun on the long weekend. Gobble.
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