Yup, it's that time of the year. Strap on your douchebag wear, grab a Bud Light, a handful of Walmart brand chips, and jump in front of your buddy's big screen television to watch the frenzy unfold.
I will be at home, watching the Super Bowl in increments. I'm not a huge fan of American football, but I do enjoy watching the SB. I will admit, it's exciting, and I love how America gets all worked up over this. It's basically middle America's orgasm. The over-hyped commercials are just the lube working the shaft.
I can say that the Super Bowl to me is equivalent to my days in high school where I would only go to the football games for: (a) social interaction; (b) when we played our school rival Pueblo *hack*; (c) homecoming. Ah, the memories.
And speaking of all this SB hysteria, that rejected commercial for ManCrunch.com was already done a few years ago, and way better I must say, by the geniuses at MadTV:
Ok, it's almost time for kick-off. I must begin the consumption of Dr. Pepper, chicken wings, and salad. Yes, I said salad. A girl has to watch her figure!
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