So my housemate and I ended up with the wishbone from the Thanksgiving turkey. As is traditional, each of us grabbed a side, made a wish, and pulled. Instead of splitting one way or the other, the fucking joint popped off and ricocheted around the kitchen at high speed, nearly taking out my eye in the process. We were left each holding an equal-length stick of bone. I'm really not sure how to interpret this. Be careful what you wish for, I guess?
necia:
Have Tofurkey next year, dude. That bird don't like you. 