Grab.
Find a partner.
Get blinded.
Touchdown!
Before eating, Mike reads to us Lynne Cheney's little number, America, a Patriotic Primer. B is for Bullshit.
Just behold that look of anticipation on Mike's face!
Basting with a mixture of honey, whiskey, and butter.
The bird must be parted out.
Let's take a short cut!
Can you taste it?
This is our concern, dude.
It's important to put the cranberry sauce in perspective.
What a deck!
Charcoal starters are crucial.
Action hero. That's all I'm going to say...Wil.
You like the juice, eh? The juice is good?
My name is Michael and I will be making the dressing tonight...
Mike and Jamie, smoke, and basting, with the bird on the grill.
You getting a shot of this?
Erin's pumpkin pie was excellent, by the way.
Some have sat, some have not, some have chosen, some have...
A splendid pie from Erin!
More chips! More chips!
There's just so much smoke...
Clockwise: Molly, Larry, Erin, Dario, Pat, Mike, Jamie, and Wil...with the sauce.
Dario, Mike, and Wil survey the damage.
Yes, at times, visibility was a problem.
Wil and Erin. Awww.