Sorry Uncle Albert

We are so sorry uncle Albert we will all miss your crazy Thanksgiving talk. I am so sorry uncle I have done nothing all day but drift away to Never-Never land. Peter Pan sends his regards, but sorry to say Tinkerbell is still mad at you. You should have restrained your natural impulses when she, in a low-cut costume, leaned over that large bird, but we do understand the temptation. By the way uncle your life was a carbuncle but you cared, and we all defend your god given right to be dumb. We will leave an empty space for you this coming blow-out. Sorry uncle for this turkey song I have nothing left to say and you are dead and gone. anyway. Sorry. ~~~~ more than a not to the Beetles here.