Came, for me, about five minutes ago when as I was digging my hand into the Turkey's butt looking for more stuffing my hand actually slipped through the other side of the stuffin' hole and I was wearing my Thanksgiving Turkey carcass like a sleeve.
The bird looked empty. I could see it looked empty. But I just couldn't help myself. Spurred on by memories of it's deliciousness and of previous turkeys where I'd found some previously undiscovered repository of stuffing so deep in the bird that it very well might have been in the same turkey but from some amazing Sliders-esque alternate universe where the very air itself is stuffing I just kept digging until I was some hideous bird-armed monster. WHAT HAVE I BECOME?!?!?
Oh, and on a related note, after I removed my arm, washed up and told the Professor about my shame he told me that the extra stuffing had been in a bowl in the fridge. Womp womp.
So...how was everyone elses Thanksgiving?