Sexual harassment lawsuits both pending and resolved aside, Bob Barker could cook a hell-of-a-turkey. It was a fluff ridden and feathery Thanksgiving morning in the backroads of 1987 that America’s favorite spritz and sparkle, git and gamble game show host stuffed his last turkey. What would turn out to be a sad day by all measures did so with a beginning simple enough: with giblets.

Bob Barker loved giblets. They were like two little forbidden grapes, blasphemous and vile to ingest, but appealing all the same. It was all very complex and confusing and wrong and it gave Bob Barker a hardon. In this life he only feared two things: death and bad ratings. And there was nothing like a turkey testicle ingestion scandal to get the old ratings a boost.

He set up the Polaroid using scotch tape and a stool. Why photograph such an act? The man was losing it. Even his narrative wandered. What would begin as innocent fowl digestion would end in confusion and shame as the world witnessed Bob Barker’s fall from grace.