I've never had a problem with leftovers. Seriously, I'm practically known for it. Bring on the sloppy seconds. For example, I'll gladly take her castoff, and hers, and now hers. You may not want him anymore, but I'll take whatever part of him you haven't used up, Miss Applegate. It's Friday, and he's the Meat.
I think both of these two were gettin' some Sweet Charity (read: dick) on the side. He is a butt pirate, right? I know the picture above is my boy, Jonathan, but I'm skeptical that's him pictured below. However, that morsel came up when I googled him (multiple times), so I thought I'd include it. You know, in the interest of full disclosure. Happy Meat Friday, y'all!