This is not a sucker punch. He was asking for contact, saw it coming, got laid the fuck out. Owned. Deserved it.

I don’t understand the need to pixilate the girl or the tat or obscure the guy’s face as it’s not libelous or slanderous.

You mean the animals that wouldn’t have drawn so much as a breath if they weren’t raised to be food? Every day they get is a gift.

EDS?

Ditka’s lean left one-cheek-sneak is obvious.

I can tell you from first hand experience. In the early 80’s my friend Woody (yes, that’s his real name) and I and 2 other guys went to the liquor store for more beer. Two people in the cabin, two in the jumpseats (Charlie and I) and two more cases of Lowenbrau in bottles. Woody decides to so some 4-wheeling through…

He’s a White Sox fan. He was signaling his family at home he had enough to make bail tonight. Total McGaff.

And the broiler.

The unspoken part of this is that it spatters just as much in the broiler—but you don’t really have to clean it up.

Southwest side.

Sorry, all out. Just sweetbreads left.

Would not be surprised if there is a jilted lover aspect to this.

They'll use them on the next F-150 that comes through for the same carrier.

Someone that knows hockey.

This.

Warn a Brother. Sheesh.

Bobak's? You've been outed by now.

In the 80's I managed a Xerox department for a very large law firm and had access to large amounts of toner. Toner my cohort and I mailed in a stuffed manila envelope to a friend who had moved to New Jersey. A friend who had made the mistake of telling us in detail about the white carpeting in his new home's…

Todd's a Clod.

That really holds up over time. Comedic timing and editing is spot on.