#giblets
A man went into Turkey
Now. He has a rack
He's coming back all neutered
With his giblets in a sack
With *** He used to be the train
Now, he is the tunnel
He used to be the fire hose
Now, he is the funnel
Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 7:15 AM UTC
_'Now, make sure you've sterilised those instruments well. I want no complications with this one,' I say to my rookie assistant.
I carefully lay out the gleaming stainless-steel blades and check that all is in order. We're waiting on a last minute ***** donation to complete the procedure and although the timing is unorthodox, I'm confident of success. The pleural resection should be reasonably straightforward. If anything, it's the closure that bothers me...and the possibility of problems further down the line.
From outside comes the sound of a vehicle screeching to a halt. Then the kitchen door bursts open. 'Mommy, Mommy, we got it! The last one.' My six-year old holds the bag of chicken giblets up triumphantly. I smile at my father as he appears with the rest of the Thanksgiving groceries and passes them to my son. 'Right, so who's going to help me stuff this bird?'_
Nov 28, 2019
Nov 28, 2019 at 1:28 AM UTC