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I spent a very fun and festive Thanksgiving with my friend Ms Melinda's family indulging in all the traditional yumminess.
Except pumpkin pie which remains gross and inexplicable and I don't care how much Cool Whip you pile on it -- it's icky! Â
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Honestly the whole pumpkin pie thing feels like a long-con practical joke. Like after I take a bite someone's going to jump out from the kitchen pantry crying, "Haha! Yes, we know what you're eating tastes like blandly sweet pureed
disappointment, but you're the fool eating it! How do you like them pumpkins?"
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And if this is true, bravo to Ms Melinda's family! Because eating that much truly disgusting gourd pie is an astonishing commitment to the joke.
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suspect I feel about pumpkin pie the way most non-Australian's feel about Vegemite. Though Vegemite is in fact magically delicious, and yes, I really mean it.
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Anyway now that Thanksgiving is over what's left of the year is barreling down on me like an avalanche. Wait! Help! I'm not prepared!!! More words need to be written! *Beetles quickly back into
writer cave to frantically smash on the keyboard*