Tots shook him too hard and all his thoughts fell out!

When I was a kid this was how we always did it! You were supposed to yell "Look out, below!" before dumping your wash over. It took a while (and some books dumped on my mom's head) before I understood that this was only a laundry thing and not for whatever we felt like chucking down the stairs.

Well, then, which turkey are you?

Also, since democracy and all that, it's not surprising that a group that makes up a quarter of the party wants - and deserves - a substantial say in its direction.

I'm curious how one is supposed to eat that. Picking it up and eating it like a piece of toast seems uncouth, but trying to cut it with a fork and knife is surely going to result in celery and tinted mayonnaise everywhere.