Last night, on the way home from an unbelievably funny (seriously, unbelievably funny) movie, The Fiancee's eagle eyes spotted something almost as hilarious.
The iPhone can't take a good picture to save its damn life, but that's a Fuddrucker's sign with the "ddru" burnt - or broken - out. On a comedy scale, it almost lived up to that surprisingly excellent stupid fantastic movie we saw in the two hours previous.
More on the film tomorrow, by the way. I'm still working up the nerve to reveal the title.