The Harvard Turkey
The Turkey has blessed our presence.
BREAKING: The fabled Harvard Turkey has made his allegiances very clear. This afternoon, shortly after 5 p.m., around the time the sun begins to take on that angry red color, the Harvard Turkey consecrated 14 Plympton Street with His Presence. Why did He cross the road? To choose His side.

Put off by the gaudy facade, He scornfully trotted past a certain a semi-secret Sorrento Square social organization that used to occasionally publish a so-called humor magazine. He has deemed what is funny, and what is fowl. He has separated the meat from the giblets. The poultry from the paltry. With His Approval, we shall gobble on.

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