Turkey Boy Update.
Yesterday he stopped by The Canary for his daily harassment session with me. He was watching me whisk some chocolate buttercream together. After looking at my boobs for five seconds, and then watching me whisk for five seconds he says, "My, you've got great technique."
I told him to fuck off. Nicely of course.
After all, the poor bastard admitted that he eats turkey every night for dinner and I can only presume everyday for lunch too because he's surrounded by turkey 12 hours a day. Wouldn't that make anyone a little nutty?