While this is not at all food-related (unless you’re my grandaddy’s friend Billy Garrett, who loves to eat possum), this made me nearly wet myself with laughter today:
Courtesy of the always hilarious Failblog.
What in the hell, Bobby?
*you have to say it like Hank Hill
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