I don’t understand the football draw. It’s the gayest fucking sport since Greco Roman wrestling, but only because the dudes are wearing more clothes and padding. I was going to live blog the Superbowl because I am a crazy blogger like that but didn’t get around to it, because the Superbowl is boring as shit, and even if me not knowing anything about football could have been funny, I don’t have TV and wasn’t about to sit at a bar with my computer. Instead I ended up at some local shitty bar that was playing the game and drank myself under the table. It’s 5:40 where I am, and I just woke up on the floor by the entrance to my apartment building, in the show. I don’t remember much from last night, but I do remember eating enough chicken wings to give me an ulcer…which isn’t saying much because I already have an ulcer, but you get what I am saying.
I don’t get what I am saying and that doesn’t really matter. I just know that I am going to bore you with my own kind of Superbowl Game. One that involves no football, or spandex pants. No male on male ass slapping, that you love and no shitty overpaid people winning red cars. There are no “Superbowl Commercials” that are going to be picked up and played over and over on the internet, giving people who don’t deserve the attention they’ve already got even more attention. In my Superbowl, it’s just a couple pics of a fat slut’s big titties busting out of her shirt and girl on girl making out that a reader sent in, because let’s face it, tits and girl on girl action is what football fans really need after getting hard for men for 4 hours yesterday….
This is my first installment of boring Monday Post to start your Boring Work Week of the Day. Maybe my next post will be better. Cuddles.