Ok, I have this all planned down to the second. While everybody is distracted by football and cooking, I sneak on the table and pretend I’m the centerpiece. I have only 30 seconds before my smoke bomb goes off, then I have all the food for myself.
Via Doug the Pug on Twitter.
I would slip him some turkey indr the table.
You mean, to restore his dignity and get him out of that costume? You’re a good soul.
Reminds me of Ralphie in his bunny costume from the movie Christmas Story. Hope his plan works but if not, I’ll save some of my plate for him.
For the longest time, I thought the yellow thing on top was a square of American cheese on his forehead, and I was wondering why he hadn’t eaten it yet.
I thought so, too!