Category Archives: No. 157
“I love you the way McCormick loves the tears of the innocent.”
Look, I don’t want to make assumptions, but it’s just that I have a feeling deep down in my cartilage that you are upset with me, and I think I know why.
To the delight of the audience, he consumed the equivalent of four whole cows in under ten minutes. He then washed the meal down with a full case of beer and a dozen scrambled eggs.