I need to head to the store before the ravenous Super Bowl hoards move in like hungry locusts and suck up everything.
The Super Bowl store run may very well be third in place only to be outdone by the great Thanksgiving and Christmas run.
The last time people were swiping their claws at each other and baring their teeth.
Here is a pictuer I took last year at the meat isle of a young lady when I reached for the last pack of chicken wings.
