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