Baked in roaster. While Indians lithely leapt in ardent merriment, beer regularly allotted, delighted feasting old religious deacons. Eschewing lascivious deportment eschatologically reverent Bible readers, ever wise, sought truly emancipated religion. Glamorous recluse eats turkey alone, giggling and rebelliously burping openly. Rivers overflowed, but everyone roasted their fowls.
Rivers only stop turkeys.
Multilayered appetizers, rotisseried turkey. Scintillating tales, elevated wisdom against rarefied tableaux. Turkey with imaginary gravy. Vat a mess. Please, I require engorged livers.