I'll tell ya where they belong. In the ZOO!!! That's where. Not sitting on my couch eating Cheetos, sluggin down beers and watching the Browns get pounded again on NFL Sunday. I don't care if they can dress themselves, use a bathroom or mow the lawn...they belong in a Z-O-O!
Some of my best friends can't do any of those things and would need detailed instructions on how to make a peanut butter & jelly sandwich. The difference is this....I know they're pigs and they know they're pigs. Therefore, I would never consider asking one of them to live with me. It's just safer that way.
I don't see those guys too often anymore. I only stop by their place occasionally when I want to be entertained. Sorta like going to the Zoo.
Isn't it about time we called in the detectives from CSI Detroit to solve the mysterious disappearance of the Rabbit 4? While they're at it, they should also try to figure out what happened to the UM football team, but I digress...
I got a tip that Eric is lost somewhere on the streets of Detroit dazed, confused and living in a box after his humiliation in our Fantasy Football league this year.
I'll leave it up to the cold case guys to figure out what happened to the other 3.