I was watching the halftime show during the Super Bowl and the band with Silvio Dante was playing. The third song they played appeared to be an ode to Barack Hussein Obama, as a choir of black folks came out to do backup. The song was awful and I wondered aloud "How many chicken wings have those ladies in that choir had today?" I would put the over/under at 2500.
The first thing the owner of the Steelers said after the En Fuego guy gave him the trophy was "I want to thank Barack Hussein Obama." That made absolutely perfect sense - thanking a guy who married a woman who resembles James Harrison in drag. It may well have been because of Obama that the Cards covered the spread (as predicted in my previous post - the Goldwater Factor was huge). All relevant info pointed to the Cards covering. And they did. I hope everyone made money on the game - except J.
I gave up a long time ago watching any NFL pregame shows. The guys on those shows did generally play and/or coach in the league, so they have some insight or something I guess. But, they have proven to be terribly clueless when it comes to what's really important about the NFL - predicting who might win a game and why and most importantly by how many points. When it comes to that stuff, you're better off asking a pants-less retard fixated on auto-felatio. You really are. The only reason to tune in to any pregame show ever is to get late breaking injury updates - and injuries can often be over analyzed vis a vis wagering decisions - so, for the imbecilic, typical gambler - it's probably best to ignore pregame shows all together and just keep watching Internet midget/cripple people porn until it's time to head to the sports bar for Sunday Ticket.
I did notice on the postgame show that NBC had Matt Millen (and about 30 other guys) doing commentary. And I said aloud "Are people in Detroit throwing their artificial limbs, dentures, and crack pipes at their TV's?"
My man Mike Phelps had a picture of himself using a bong printed in a London paper over the weekend. Now the picture was evidently taken at a party in South Carolina last fall - and it just goes to show how far the world has come technologically speaking - they have camera phones in South Carolina now - Jesus, who knew? You can't blame Phelps for that one.
I was at a bar about an hour into the game last night and a mangy looking guy was sitting next to me. He was there by himself and he ordered 2 shots of Crown. He drank one and poured the other on his right hand. I assumed he was pretty messed up. About 10 minutes passed and he ordered 2 more shots of Crown and proceeded to do the same thing. I said to him - "I'm sure I'll regret asking you this, but why are you wasting a perfectly good shot by pouring it over your right hand?" He said "Man, I'm trying to get my date for the night drunk enough to have sex with me."
Today is Groundhog Day and I don't really pretend to understand it at all - but I think it has something to do with if a groundhog in Pennsylvania sees his shadow then Andie MacDowell will let you in her hole for six weeks.
I always thought Feb. 2nd was important because it's on this day in 1979 that Sid Vicious overdosed. We're so pretty, oh so pretty, we're vacant.
I was watching this show on TruTV called The Principle's Office and it was really disappointing. I kept waiting for Victoria Principal to seduce some unsuspecting cheerleader and get some hot lesbian schoolhouse action going. But it never happened. Instead, a bunch of pansy principles from all over the northeast talk about their feelings with retarded, and badly dressed, 15 year old kids who just farted in class. I kept thinking - When the hell is Geilfuss coming on here?
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