My most beloved Amerifag Deuxcels,

As you may or may not have learned at your local shooting range, or "school", as people from lesser countries like to call it, we don't don't get to celebrate Annual Indigenous Slaughterfest aka Thanksgiving. To be fair, I'd also want to give my thanks if my ancestors killed a bunch of savages that only made it from mediocre buffalo hunters to world-class professional alcoholics.

In lack of killed savages to celebrate, we're unfortunately deprived of the happy-dappy family get-togethers that come along with the occasion.

This is where your job as DeuxRAMA ambassadors comes in!

Tell us your Thanksgiving story. Did uncle Hugh make you feel where he got his name from, again? Did Aunt Shelly embarrass everyone by saying a gaymer word? Most importantly, who mentioned Drumpf first and who ended up on which side of the CNN/Fox schism? But most importantly, spread your bussy love (maybe not literally) and tell us how it went!

XOXO