With the stench of beer and wings heavy on our breath, Charles Grodin once again took the stage at Mullen's. It was your typical boy meets girl, boy eats mini electric eels to impress girl, girl gets killed by a swinging sandbag kind of love story. And let's not forget their pervy teacher who just wanted to find some no-strings-attached lovin' at the Red Lobster. Of course, it all worked out in the end and Lars discovered his mom was a bitchy supermodel. Thank goodness for random, deadly, ill-timed sandbags.

But seriously, y'all, if a teacher or vice principal tries to pick you up at a Red Lobster, run. Dont' wait to find whether their van has windows, just run. Unless! Unless, of course, it's during Lobster Fest. In that case, you should run. Run to the buffet table start stuffing as much lobster into your pockets as is socially acceptable.

Football.  Three guys watching a Bears game talking about what guys always talk about when watching football.  Existentialist identity issues and the possibility of existence being an all too realistic illusion of the mind.  On top of that, beers are 8 dollars!  If the world is only as we create and then perceive it, then beers should probably be cheaper at a football game.  The bears punter knows he is real, but the fact that the bears never punt isn't making it any better.  Bad t.v. salesmen, frustrated drug dealers, Ron doing the robot... Football.