A Kirby Thanksgiving
When a relative tries to take over Thanksgiving by lying so hard that even the sweet baby Jesus gives up and goes home.
My uncle said he was friends with Abraham Lincoln. Jesus was like, 'He died in 1865, buddy.'
My aunt told the story of how she killed a dragon. Jesus looked at her like she had two left feet.
My cousin said he had a twin brother who was born in 1798. Jesus was like, 'You’re not even close.'