Dear Mrs. Ryan: We regret to inform you that your son was caught in a giant mousetrap. The only thing he loved more than his country was peanut butter, apparently.
And then a bowling ball fell into a bath tub, fell through the drain, landed on a see-saw that flipped a cup, that dumped water into a bucket, it raised a bell, and with a loud ding… a big red cage fell on him.
If you stare at this picture after drinking a 12 pack of Rolling Rock, then stand on your head with your pants down, you’ll see one eyed Joe pissin on a machine gun.