Close Encounters Of The Nerd Kind

Every Thanksgiving during dinner I like to stop in mid-meal, oddly stare at my plate and then slowly sculpt my mashed potatoes into a model of the Devils Tower. Then I obsessively intone, “This means something. This is important!”

Sure it’s horribly derivative but it completely freaks the kids out since they’ve never seen that movie.

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