Wild Turkeys My Ass!

There was another group of wild turkeys in my yard yesterday. Once again they brought no shots, no beer, none of them owned a Harley, had a gun or knife, and they walked like they had a stick in their butt. Wild my ass! They might as well have driven to my yard in one of those black cars like the not quite Amish people drive. From now on I shall call them no fun turkeys. I had to party alone.