Why do you fall asleep after Christmas dinner?

So it’s Christmas, meaning it’s time to trash your liver, grab fistfuls of butter in your chubby little hands before shovelling it in the general direction of your face. This of course climaxes in the alcohol-fogged turkey slugfest, over who has the rights to the last of the gravy and important life decisions such as whether it’s considered good form to stab someone in the face with a cheese knife for telling repetitive stories. After this, and only then, can people disperse (barring serious injuries in the previous melee) to their separate corners of the house and lick their wounds before getting down into a foetal position and sleeping like a baby.

Don’t worry, its a stunt turkey…