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Memes That Tell The True Story of Having Thanksgiving With Your Family

Same s--t show, different year.

It's that time of year again, folks. The holidays are here and it's time to get out of your Netflix and Chill cave and actually socialize with loved ones. If you're pissed that you didn't get a Patti LaBelle Sweet Potato Pie before it sold out at Walmart, or you're over being asked about your single life, that's what Thanksgiving food and booze are for. And after reading this Thanksgiving gathering story, as put so eloquently by memes, you'll know you're not alone. Here's how it usually goes:

Before guests arrive and you wake up feeling like a king/queen:

But everyone obviously comes much earlier than expected:

A family specialty.

Or you're finishing up emails while you hear everyone downstairs, like:

Regardless, we're all like:

Family thinks you're ratchet, but you regret nothing.

When everyone's a little too into the holiday spirit:

Confused.

Family and friends ask all about your new job and exciting move and it's like:

I could get used to this life.

You breeze by your aunts and uncles to get a front row view of the spread:

Literally, no f---s given about the food intake that's about to happen.

Your family invites the friend of the friend of the friend:

You know you'll never see them again. But pass the stuffing, please.

When your siblings get questioned about when they're actually getting serious with their SOs and you're like:

Mwuahaha.

Or when family is asking personal questions in front of bae:

This is the first year you brought them home.

Bae says something ridiculous in front of the whole crew:

S.t.f.u.

And you try to keep your composure after they talk:

Can't even.

Or, everyone interrogates you on why you're single and/or what the hold up is on marriage and/or kids:

When you've finally reached the limit of getting asked why you're single and still don't have a 401 K plan:

Over it.

Your siblings start annoying the hell out of you, and you're like:

You remember how these gatherings typically go, and know the only logical move to endure it:

Someone gets a little too drunk off spiked cider and spills a family secret from across the table:

You could care less about being a gluttonous slob because it's family you're dealing with here:

Then you have your buzz on and someone plops their newborn on you:

Just no.

And the hot neighbor's son unexpectedly joins:

Trying to fight that cider buzz.

Your moral compass is out the window, though:

Easily distracted.

Then the point when you're actually over the food and/or your family and/or your attempt at flirting with the hot guest:

After stuffing yourself and your soul with all of the food and wine imaginable:

Max capacity.

And awaking from your turkey and booze-induced coma:

The end.