Adam Pace likes to gobble like a turkey. Gobble gobble. That`s what he does. He thinks it is fancy. You know what else he thinks is fancy? Meatballs. He eats meatballs while gobbling like a turkey. Meatballs are Italian and so is he. He is more Italian than anybody I know. You know who else is Italian? His family. They are a bunch of Italian turkey-gobblers. His ideal meal consists of meatballs and a good turkey-gobbling. If Adam was here right now, I would tell him, "Thank you for being a turkey-gobbler, Adam. It sure helps a bundle! Good going pal. gobble gobble! I like your waddle you turkey-gobblin` fancy pants meatball-eating turkey gobbler who howls at the moon. Yeah, you heard me. I said 'Howls at the moon'! What now?" That is what I would say. You know why? Because he`s a yellow-bellied turkey-gobblin` fancy pants meatball-eating turkey gobbler who howls at the moon like a rabid chipmunk and squirrel hybred. No joking. A laugh at his expense. And why? Because he`s an Italian yellow-bellied turkey-gobblin` fancy pants meatball-eating turkey gobbler who howls at the moon like a rabid chipmunk and squirrel hybred and salts his lasagna. Scratch that. Because he`s an Italian yellow-bellied turkey-gobblin` fancy pants meatball-eating turkey gobbler who howls at the moon like a rabid chipmunk and squirrel hybred and salts his lasagna and plays the fiddle like an old Eskimo. Yeah, That`s it.

*Hold on a second, mom!*

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