My nephew Pork Chop was arrested in Florida for whuppin' the ass of his of his boss and burying the SOB up to his waist with an endloader. The boss started the fight, but who get's locked up? That's right, the poor workin' man, Pork Chop. Hell, Pork Chop's boss was still chuckin' clods of dirt and threating to cut off Pork Chop's head. (His first threat to cut off young Chop's head is what started the fight.) Pork Chop did the proper thing, smacking the unruly maniac in the head with an aluminum level with a swing that would have made Hank Aaron proud, to knock the fella cold until the looney wagon could come haul the mad dog away. Is that what happened? No. The running dog cops of Volusia County arrested young Pork Chop instead.
Free Pork Chop! Fat Lives Matter!