OF COURSE WE MEAN "PASS THE TURKEY"
You know how you can tell that you've reached your fill of together time? When you realize all those turkeys you were supposed to make with your little cousins turned into middle fingers. Before Aunt Joann yells at you for corrupting sweet little Lucas¬† on these festive shades with a lens dark enough to hide from the angry mob. We've got your back. And at the end of the day, you can always just give em the Bird!*
*By give em the bird, we of course mean pass the turkey. That tryptophan will knock em right out!