R.I.P. Punk

If not deceased, then certainly the state of punk's health is at least questionable, as evidenced by the behavior of one young wannabe, who was acting out at a local Burger King:

"Fuck you, Burger King -- I hate you! You only put two onion rings on my fucking Rodeo Cheeseburger, not three! You fucking suck! You suck at cooking, you shit -- I'll fucking kill you!"

Your Humble Chronicler, mind you, was already eyeing a nice chair with which to whack our noxious child on his noisy noggin in the event of an escalation of tensions. But he simply stormed out after concluding his tirade. Most customers were merely amused.

While that incident isn't likely to make into USA Today, these did -- tales of Olympic zaniness.