This turkey looks how I feel, except I'm not gonna get killed, stuffed, baked, eaten, shat and flushed down a toilet. I'm just gonna be in England missing my family. OH POOR ME. BOO HOOO HOOOOOOO. Maybe I'll just cry until I fucking die - actually - that's a pretty straight forward description of what real life is like. We don't really cry - it's more like kicking and screaming in a fit of confusion covered up by going to school, work, doing stuff, and other stuff.
I don't know what the fuck I'm talking about.