When one stops at a bar in Queens after a hard day’s work, one doesn’t expect to see a Favre-In-The-Box.
The smile on Favre-In-The-Box’s face makes me assume that Favre-In-The-Box is on some miniature pain pills. Or John-Madden-In-The-Box/Peter-King-In-The-Box is “helping” Favre stay “smiling.” Or any other Brett Favre cliche.
Props to my sister Kate for snapping the pic.
Night terrors, resume.
