Ask me for my assessment on the weekend past's flagship football game, and I, in my wretched athletically-challenged propensity, will bestow unto you a compulsory blank stare.
Ask me instead what I recall about Super Bowl Sunday, and I shall expound on the tantalizing tasties,
the bonding amidst fun folks,
and the birthday celebratory component (Happy birthday, Mike!!!)
extended from a couple of days prior,
all of which I reckon are more riveting than eyeballing a glaring screen of bulky men pummeling each other into smithereens over a football, try as I might to fathom the strategic finesse of the all-American pastime. Er, I mean, YAY, the Saints won! Yeah, I totally
looked that up via Google right now.
Ask me instead what I recall about Super Bowl Sunday, and I shall expound on the tantalizing tasties,
the bonding amidst fun folks,
and the birthday celebratory component (Happy birthday, Mike!!!)
extended from a couple of days prior, 
all of which I reckon are more riveting than eyeballing a glaring screen of bulky men pummeling each other into smithereens over a football, try as I might to fathom the strategic finesse of the all-American pastime. Er, I mean, YAY, the Saints won! Yeah, I totally looked that up via Google right now.
1 comments:
I LOVE THE FACE MIKE IS MAKING WHILE GRILLING THOSE DOGS! HAHAHAHA SO INTENSE!
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