No, folks, the caption's not a vague sexual reference - it's meant quite literally. Jeb here strikes me as the kind who eats 'possum - as in oh-possum - marsupial tree-rat, state bird of Georgia. Hit it with the truck, mix it with some collards, and warsh it back with corn squeezin's.

Yesiree-bob. Them's good eatin'!

But before I loose a rebel yell, allow me to explain something for those of you with the sad misfortune of having been born outside the thirteen: people "down south" eat opossum. We eat squirrels and rabbits and ... and you don't even want to know what goes into chitterlings and head biscuit.

But those of us who eat it from a plate tend to look down on those who eat it off the asphalt.