Rib Lickin’ Good!

A few weeks ago some friends had me over for a dinner of ribs with good cartoonist company. I’m not sure exactly why this strange image came to mind, because there were actually no cows there eating themselves, and as far as I know, I was not inadvertently eating my own ribs. It just tickled my funny bone (and no, we didn’t eat any of those, either).

 

Baby Back Ribs
Personally, the ONLY time I’d want a rib taken from me is if it meant that when I woke up, a beautiful woman was made from it just for me.