"Mike and I were talking one night about what would happen if we had an APS banquet. First, we'd all eat VERY well. Second, most of us would need to be rushed to the hospital for a bypass or something."
I suspect that rescue personnel would simply find a bunch of corpses sitting around, satisfied grins on our faces, Shiners in our hands.
Coroner's findings? So much fat in the blood that it actually turned into a form of blood sausage. Oh the irony. Killed English style.
