NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

I am sure the Native Americans call it that.

I don’t recognize Papa John sober. The above should be the only Papa Johns photo.

Jesus and Cletus Go To White Castle.

Let’s hope no one ever remembers the killer younger brother of Anthony Michael Hall.

But can he save someone who was shot through the heart?

Fish is the most obvious answer. Any sort of fish dish. The stinkier the better.*

Seems like a coincidence as I did a crime spree in the past month... a crime film spree that is.

Where do you think Sprout went?

Sondland at left. GOP as Captain US Amercia on the right.

Come on, what’s not to like?

We Canadians have strange taste in pizza.

I would get behind a police protest of Tim Hortons too. My drive home becomes quite dangerous because of trucks and cars haphazardly parked on the road or turning into the place right before a major on ramp.

Good thing he isn’t stupid enough to stay there till the Bengals win the Super Bowl.

Howard Johnson?

As part of a complete and balanced sugar rush.

My go to snack is Lays’ Ruffles. The extra salt and ridges take away some of the misery of life.

Doofus Jr finally has his bonespur moment.

It’s our new product... McWeed!

But he comes with some Hot Italian Sausage... boom chicka wowa!