Bad To The Bone?

So, Pod-Man and I were sitting in front of the chess pavilion by the lake at North Avenue, watching people go by, when this couple came by dressed like out-law bikers. They wore black leather jackets, hers with long fringes, bandannas over their heads, blue-jeans, and boots. Only, they obviously weren't bikers: she was walking a little white yorkie while, despite his salt-and-pepper goatee, the fellow looked like a fairly prosperous bourgeois type. A they passed, we could see that the fellow's jacket had black-on-black embroidery reading: "Bad To The Bone"

So Pod-Man asked: "Bad to the bone?"

"Yeah," I answered, "No matter how you cook it!"