In case anyone is still reading this, I will add mine.

Bad pun time. Dropping the bird creates an international crisis: the downfall of Turkey, the overthrow of Greece, and the destruction of China.

Mine isn’t so bad by comparison, but it was aggravating at the time.

One year my mother put the turkey in the oven and accidentally set it to “clean.” This setting heats the oven to 1000 degrees and locks the oven door for several hours. Panic ensued when she tried to open the door to baste the turkey, and discovered her error. We had almost resigned ourselves to watching the bird…

Once upon a time I was Queen of the Mashed Potatoes land. Then at the age of seven they became a wave of thick glue inside my mouth and I would become nauseous. I begged and pleaded not to have mashed potatoes on my plate to no avail.

WOW. SOMEONE NEEDS TO COME GET THEIR GRANDPA!!

This comment is 100% serious, btw; BCO wouldn’t be the same without one last Pinkham’s Law.

Awww, one last Pinkham’s Law. Thanks for coming.

SHE DOESN’T EVEN GO HERE.

If only there was a sub blog on Jezebel where you could share terrible restaurant stories... Oh wait there was one, but they decided women didn’t like that sort of thing. I’m not bitter at all.

Maybe you should just kick out the kind family of mice that’s been living in there?

omg

Serious question

So, having children should only be a luxury afforded to the affluent?

I too enjoy pricing human beings out of bodily functions.

R’Amen!!

I have a subscription to Audible, and lately I’ve been listening to BBC Radio adaptations of Neverwhere and Good Omens (both by Neil Gaiman, the latter with Terry Pratchett).

Wow, she seems like a damn piece of work. I hope a turtle bit her nose.

This is what happens when you elect a Hufflepuff to Parliament.