I see from your words that you have an extensive amount of experience in this field.She dances like a white woman from Connecticut who still has the cedar clothes hanger stuck in her shirt...
I, for one have never been to Connecticut so I don't know where to get a good steak or the best car wash. Thank you for the enlightenment.
With all the good will in my heart, I hope the pickle presently wedged up your rectum slides out smoothly and painlessly. It might happen in your sleep whist you enjoy a moist and foggy fartfest you're oblivious to (except your imaginary sheep) , God willing!
This way you will enjoy a pleasant Thanksgiving and Christmas.
Thank Heaven for "small" and (unlubricated) mercies.
God bless!!