Seymour Told Me To...
I don't think the type of turkey prep I asked about was what they've been trained to respond to. I don't think Seymour had it in mind, either.
It went like this:
*after the recorded prompt and the pressage of 3*
Them: Butterball Help line. How can I help you?
Me: I was wondering, how does one go about preparing a turkey that is clueless what it's about to be stuffed with?
Them: Excuse me, sir?
Me: I mean, do you tell the turkey to close it's eyes, turn around and bend over, and it'll get something good proctologically?
Them: Very funny sir. *Click*
I found that to be no help at all.
Good thing I ain't setting the kitchen ablaze on Thanksgiving, huh?
Oh and yes: Seymour -- the pet rock what prompted me to make that call -- denies he knows me. Probably a good thing..
Labels: Calling the Butterball Hotline, Seymour the obnoxious pet rock, turkey proctological exams using stuffing
2 Comments:
Well, if you're going to call the hotline you need to ask the right questions. You clearly didn't do that. Bwahahahahahahahaha.
Have a fabulous day. My best to Seymour. ☺
That is funny.
Debbie
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