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Wisconsin’s “Mac Daddy” eats 25,000th Big Mac FON DU LAC, Wis. — In a sweeping victory for heart disease, a man from - you guessed it - Wisconsin ate his 25,000th McDonald’s Big Mac yesterday. That means that 57-year-old retired prison guard Don Gorske has eaten roughly 1.76 Big Mac sandwiches every day since his first one back in 1972. And as an added bonus, he hoards the trash for posterity. His basement is home to almost every Big Mac receipt or box he’s ever eaten.

Wisconsin’s “Mac Daddy” eats 25,000th Big Mac

FON DU LAC, Wis. — In a sweeping victory for heart disease, a man from - you guessed it - Wisconsin ate his 25,000th McDonald’s Big Mac yesterday.

That means that 57-year-old retired prison guard Don Gorske has eaten roughly 1.76 Big Mac sandwiches every day since his first one back in 1972.

And as an added bonus, he hoards the trash for posterity. His basement is home to almost every Big Mac receipt or box he’s ever eaten.

Here’s for your Questionable Deer Hunting Photo of the Day. Geez. I mean, look at this guy. I think he may have spent the money he was saving for the rest of his neck tattoo on crystal meth instead. And check out those bloody fingers holding the cigarette. Could this guy not even wait the 10 seconds it takes to wash the sticky, warm deer’s blood off his fingertips before shoving them in his mouth to smoke a cigarette? Talk about nic fit! God, I mean even the lifeless deer carcass looks grossed out. But hey - Congratulations on the hunt, man. Way to go.

Here’s for your Questionable Deer Hunting Photo of the Day.

Geez.

I mean, look at this guy.

I think he may have spent the money he was saving for the rest of his neck tattoo on crystal meth instead.

And check out those bloody fingers holding the cigarette.

Could this guy not even wait the 10 seconds it takes to wash the sticky, warm deer’s blood off his fingertips before shoving them in his mouth to smoke a cigarette?

Talk about nic fit!

God, I mean even the lifeless deer carcass looks grossed out.

But hey - Congratulations on the hunt, man. Way to go.

Apparently Ted Thompson isn’t the only one on Brett Favre’s shit list. According to Brad Childress who was just down in Hattiesburg, MS visiting the Favres, there’s an armadillo down there that is also his nemesis. No, seriously. Childress explained, via the St. Paul Pioneer-Press: “We come back through the gate (at Favre’s ranch.) Deanna is in the back seat. I’m in the front seat. Brett’s driving. We start to slow down on the driveway. I go, ‘What the hell is that?’ This thing kind of shows up and looks like it’s going to hit the car. Brett goes, ‘It’s an armadillo.’ “ Favre explained to Childress that armadillos tear up his lawn, so the Vikings QB launched into psycho attack mode: “Now he’s accelerated the car toward the house and he says, ‘I’m going to get that SOB. I thought I got rid of him. They eat grubs. Just tear the heck out of the grass.’ “He lets Deanna out of the car. We jump in his truck. He’s got two guns in the back seat of his truck. We go back down the road to find the thing. He pulls out a flashlight. It’s like a police flashlight. I say, ‘That much light comes out of that flashlight?’ “He’s looking over here, over there. We look over and now it’s crossed the creek and coming over the road. He grabs his gun and goes, “Boom, boom, boom.” Then he goes, ‘Goshdangit.’ Now he’s thinking about whether to set a trap. Now he’s got the armadillo in his head. ‘Now he’s got the armadillo in his head’? Really, Brad?? The armadillo??? Jesus. I say everyone dresses as green and gold armadillos next time Favre comes to town. So we can get “in his head” too.

Apparently Ted Thompson isn’t the only one on Brett Favre’s shit list. According to Brad Childress who was just down in Hattiesburg, MS visiting the Favres, there’s an armadillo down there that is also his nemesis. No, seriously.

Childress explained, via the St. Paul Pioneer-Press:

“We come back through the gate (at Favre’s ranch.) Deanna is in the back seat. I’m in the front seat. Brett’s driving. We start to slow down on the driveway. I go, ‘What the hell is that?’ This thing kind of shows up and looks like it’s going to hit the car. Brett goes, ‘It’s an armadillo.’ “

Favre explained to Childress that armadillos tear up his lawn, so the Vikings QB launched into psycho attack mode:

“Now he’s accelerated the car toward the house and he says, ‘I’m going to get that SOB. I thought I got rid of him. They eat grubs. Just tear the heck out of the grass.’

“He lets Deanna out of the car. We jump in his truck. He’s got two guns in the back seat of his truck. We go back down the road to find the thing. He pulls out a flashlight. It’s like a police flashlight. I say, ‘That much light comes out of that flashlight?’

“He’s looking over here, over there. We look over and now it’s crossed the creek and coming over the road. He grabs his gun and goes, “Boom, boom, boom.” Then he goes, ‘Goshdangit.’ Now he’s thinking about whether to set a trap. Now he’s got the armadillo in his head.

‘Now he’s got the armadillo in his head’? Really, Brad?? The armadillo???

Jesus. I say everyone dresses as green and gold armadillos next time Favre comes to town. So we can get “in his head” too.