So much supremacy. I’m getting tired of all the supremacy. Can’t even go out to eat now without some big-bellied, stick’n’poke, sweaty-assed mud-butt shaking his acorn in peoples’ faces. They call it supreme and it don’t even come with sour cream. It is just mayo. Lord, lord. This is the best you got? This guy and…

PHIL!?!?  PHIL CONNORS!!

SALAD?!??!?

Be careful what you wish for...

Aside: what do you call a movie that’s seen by more projectionists than audience members?

As a St. Lawrence graduate I am happy to learn that they have finally brought the internet to that side of town.