A good friend of mine worked, briefly, as a dominatrix. No sex just domination, submission stuff. However her place of work became a catch all for odd sexual fetishes.
One day she gets a new client and a couple of the other girls laugh and say "ahhh you got the turkey guy". She has no idea what they are talking about.
This very normal looking, if a bit chubby middle-aged guy is waiting in the room with cardboard boxes, duct tape and a bunch of tin foil. She proceeds to watch him build a cardboard oven with a cutout front window and sharpied knobs. He wraps himself in tinfoil and climbs on into the oven.
Her job was to sit at the window, as this guy slowly turns in the oven, and proclaim "mmmmmnnn that turkey smells sooo good" "can't wait for that thanksgiving turkey to get on the table" etc....
His only instruction the whole time is that she isn't excited enough for the turkey to come out. So she starts prancing around the front of the oven like a spastic 5 year old until the guy (apparently without touching himself) finishes, packs up his oven and leaves.
He must've had some seriously interesting thanksgivings in his past.