Signs of the Times

Last night we had a friend over for a barbecue- which used a real barbecue, I should add, which is one with charcoal. I went out early in the morning to head down to my preferred butcher to pick up some sirloins. The sign over the sirloins advertised that the meat was prime "Black Anus". As I ordered my meat I said a quick prayer that the sign was just a misprint.