t-t-t-turkey!
After getting take-out from probably the shaddiest Chinese place ever today, Joanne (my grandmother figure that who I'm living with right now) and I walked past a man on the street. I happened to be wearing my Turkey t-shirt, and when he saw me, he started grinning. He came up to me and asked me if I was from Turkey! Unfortunately I had to say no, but I thought that being able to say I was from Turkey would be one of the coolest things ever. I like Turkey. I want to go to Turkey. Who's coming?
posted by Margaret at ٥:١٠ ص
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when does the bus leave?
gobble gobble.
hey THAT reminds me, i'ma gonna hafta bring some thanksgiving love to the U.K.
but first, a tea party. Boston style?
heh heh.
Oh Josiah, don't tell me you've turned cynical towards the Turks just like all the other Europeans. (Notice how I stereotype a stereotype.) I spent an evening last summer trying to convince a guy from Holland (he's really from Holland, not pretend Dutch like me and Andrew and Dena--sorry guys, but you have to admit we're not really that Dutch) that Turkey is a fascinating country and although the Turks seem to be trying to take over Europe, they're not that bad. But what do I know.
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