Sometimes I try to picture what Prince does to celebrate Thanksgiving and if he wears tight velvet bell bottoms and REALLY high heeled boots and whether or not this is alarming to his kin and such but you know, when it comes down to it, I just can't get it all together in my pea brain---Prince's Thanksgiving---however you might have better luck with this concept and although I would never banish you from trying to envision Prince asking for the cranberries down at his end of the table I would simply caution you that not all the images you conjure up will make sense or be particularly pleasant.
Long Live Hair Gel,
Wendy and Lisa
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I imagine that he is slicing up that purple turkey humming, "I would die for you."
Brilliant, Cupcake!
when carving the turkey, do you think there's any flash back to, "when doves cry?"
I would LOVE to have Prince at my Thanksgiving feast. Man.
I am a collector of people, people who have nowhere to go on the holidays and I gather them at my table. This is probably going to be way offensive, but it's you, so I can say this here. One year, I had a collection of folks. My daughter's first grade teacher did not have anywhere to go, so I had her and her family over. Her husband, no lie, was a CIA interrogator, and he looked like one. So mean and scary. My husband loved him. Their two college sons came with them and I could tell within the first minutes of talking to one of their boys that he was gay. It should have been his white patent leather shoes and bow tie that gave him away, but I don't judge. I could tell his parents had no idea and as we talked, I wondered what would upset them more, his homosexuality or his liberalness. He and I were as thick as thieves the whole dinner.
Along with that I had my dear friends. He is Lebanese with one arm, a birth defect. His wife is sweet but a little cantankerous. Their oldest college age daughter is a dwarf.
These people are all my friends. I didn't even think about it until my sister showed up late. She said she felt like she had walked into a David Lynch movie. Everyone was just walking into my dining room to eat and she said it was like a parade of oddities. First the CIA instructor, then the dude with bow tie and shoes, then my one armed friend. My sister excused herself when the dwarf came around the corner. She had to go stare at herself in the mirror to see if she was dreaming or not.
Sorry for the long story. It was my favorite Thanksgiving.
The funniest Prince moment I ever saw was watching him in the Viking's luxury cheering the team on. C'mon, football and Prince?
Don't get me wrong--I love Prince as much as he hates Abraham Lincoln. I just find him to be so incredibly soulful and compact.
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