Hey, look, it's the newest tissue paper out, Super Bowl-theme.
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Ahhh... Wednesday. Monday feels like it just happened and Friday seems too far away. I took a day off yesterday because, well, on this blog I'm daddy and daddy does what he feels like. OK, sorry, that won't ever come out again.
I forgot to talk about the Super Bowl. What a sleeper, huh? It was worth watching, though, just to catch a glimpse of Shawn Alexander's face after the realization of defeat had set in. God, I hate that motherfucker. He reminds me of the know-it-all, good-at-everything guy in high school.
You know what we did to those guys? We'd invite them over for a party, get them drunk, wait till they pass out, then the guys would tea-bag 'em (I will not explain what that is, in case you don't know) and take pictures after we let the girls put makeup all over them. Then we'd take the photos and post them around school.
Looking back now, that was kinda mean. Whoa. Hold on. Remorse is not in my vocabulary. That's what they deserve for being pretentious jackasses.
I also got to see UFC (Ultimate Fighting Championships) this weekend. I'm obsessed with that shit. Chuck Liddell + Randy Couture = One bad ass fight. Little factoid about me for ya: I used to train for no-holds-barred fighting when I was in 7th and 8th grade, that's why I love it so much.
Anybody have anything exciting going on in their lives? Everyone I know has been in a piss-on-Jesus mood the last week. Serious. Did I miss a major disaster or terrorist attack or something? Shit. I offered glorious bouts of sex to all the girls I know that are in somber moods. Access denied.
Don't say I didn't try.