Picture a bucolic family scene--music, laughter, and of course food.
Now picture Great Uncle Henry pulling his "Dagwood Bumstead" routine for the umpteenth time, building a sandwich way bigger than he can hope to get in his yap, let alone ingest, to predictable "comic" results:
I mean, do we really need this guy to waste some tasty-looking vittles just so he can feign an attempt to eat a Dagwood sandwich?
Then again, he IS hearing words of encouragement: "Pile it on, Henry!"
Actually, the more I watch this...
the more I think about this...
Yes, I change my mind. This guy is COOL. Maybe he can't get the full Dagwood going, but I admire the effort, and I kind of want to do this myself.