Thank god for Movember. If it wasn't for the yearly showing of facial hair, November really wouldn't have much to its name. It suffers from the same complex that Uranus did back when Pluto was still a planet; it's not quite the end of the year, just the forgotten segway until we get to the very end.
Sure, the US shows it some pity and throws Thanksgiving Day its way, but that's a moot point here in the land of Australia. We have nothing to give thanks for. Our harvest is shit. Our turkeys are hardly moist. And whether it be in sheer spite for its mere mention, or because I'm very forgetful, not ONCE have I celebrated Thanksgiving Day in Animal Crossing. Perhaps I should though. My house is full of cockroaches and dinosaur bones, and could really do with some new furniture.
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