I do not know where to begin in excerpting “Cracked Officially Starts Feeling Sorry for MAD Magazine:” I’m not sure that I can, effectively. In some ways, it feels like a situation where wiseass killeth wiseass in a narrow, dusty room – that just happens to have a webcam in it to record the gory details. And they are gory. Gory, deliberately puerile, and hysterically funny.
But not to be a killjoy about this: remember that Silverlock quote I made yesterday? The one about rubbing dung in people’s hair? Yeah, you guys may have pushed the line with the “horse money” bit. People get touchy about not having horse money.