It’s Super Sunday. The entire herd of idiots has converged someplace downstairs. Bellowing idiot sounds at each other, getting louder so as to be heard over the others. Christ…now they’re moving furniture around. This does not bode well.
I am not a big football fan. Nor am I a little one. The truth is I don’t watch football at all. Not voluntarily, anyway. I’ve watched a Superbowl from time to time, but that usually had something to do with getting laid. Outside of that, though, I can’t really be bothered. It’s a pointless game with esoteric rules and far too many pads to be entertaining. Besides, I heard there were going to be male cheerleaders this year. So yeah, just another Sunday.
Note to self: there is no place called Whiskey & Wings. If there was a place called Whiskey & Wings, I would live there. Next time you’re thinking about opening a restaurant: Whiskey & Wings. God yes.
N.P.: “Evil Ways” – Blues Seraceno
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