And I use the term “raises” ironically.
Here’s a little article found tucked away in the corner of my local paper. This story is out of Pennsylvania.

Note to the good people of Penn: Don’t eat the ribs at Donald’s house. Just don’t.
Also…were these ribs frozen? Because, well, brr! Even if they were in the refrigerated case, still brr!
Then ya gotta ask yourself: If you get busted for putting ribs down your pants once, wouldn’t you go to a different store the next time you tried? Or maybe pick a different, pocket sized, item to shoplift? I’m just saying, three strikes and you’re out? Or something.
And on a more philosophical level…is this simply a sign of the (economic) times? Or have people always been trying to shove ribs down their pants? Or is the media is just up the nose of everybody more and more every day?
I don’t know. I’m still stuck on the “brr” aspect.
Ewww. Sounds like a “hairy situation” for those ribs.
Alan – Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!
(galldang funny tho! Almost dropped my phone I laughed so hard.)
*Dry heave*
Yes. May I join you?