It’s that time of year when Americans celebrate Thanksgiving, North America’s first multi-ethnic potluck. In case you’ve never heard of Thanksgiving, it all started when a bunch of indigenous peoples invited some struggling illegal immigrants — The Pilgrims — to dinner.
Descriptions on how that first gathering went down vary, depending on whether you watch CNN or Fox News, but basically what happened was that the Native Americans said “Come on over for turkey, squash, maize (AKA “corn”), green bean casserole, etc., etc.,” and the Pilgrims replied, “Sounds great! We’ll bring the hardtack (AKA “the rolls”).”
These days, in addition to stuffing their faces with all types of food they won’t eat for another year, most folks spend a few minutes around the table sharing what they are grateful for in life. For example, they might say something like, “I would be grateful if Uncle Sal would stop farting while we’re trying to eat!”
As we prepare to gather with friends and family for another Thanksgiving chow fest, I thought about the things that make me grateful to be a nudist,
Source: Nomadic Nudists
Original publication 27 November, 2019
Posted on NatCorn 14th December 2019
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