Super Bowl. What a glorious day it is. This year I attended a Super Bowl party at my friend Elli's and a good time was had by all. I ate chili dogs and various other finger foods. Beer was consumed, but no one ended up urinating in the seven layer dip bowl as a result.
The game was one of the best Super Bowls I've seen in years. I didn't care who won as I didn't get the memo that you must hate the Patriots to be cool, but I wanted a strong defensive battle and that's what I got. I can't feel too sorry for Tom Brady as he's probably sleeping with various supermodels right now to ease the pain of his loss.
The commercials were pretty cool including a great Godfather tribute.
I said my goodbyes and started to walk out the door. Immediatley as I stepped out I let out a huge fart. I mean this was classic gas eligible for an Wiwille world record. Elli quickly shut the door for obvious reasons. Whew. It was a long drive back home to Seattle with the windows rolled down. I'm not as young as I used to be.
"I've had just about everything punched. I've had things grabbed that just shouldn't be grabbed." - Tom Brady