Wow...I surprisingly feel good today, despite the 982 beers I had this weekend. 982...I counted...but then again, I'm not very good at math to begin with.
Friday night was getting all of the out of town troops rounded up and in one place.
Saturday was STL Mardi Gras...where apparently, the majority of the folks in my group wore shoes and boots with butter on the bottom of them...because there were a lot of hilarious falls...and the kiddos without butter shoes, wore their hot shoes...because all they wanted to do is dance with strangers. I think the best I've got to tell from Mardi Gras would be one of my buddies falling inside of a porta-potty while doubling up on the pisser to save time in line...oh, and smashing his face off of the side of it and pissing on his hands. And snowball fights with random other assholes. And lots of other little small delights of drunkenness stemming from 7:45am.
Sunday...Superbowl...I'm not a football fan, so whatever...but the chili and dips were good, and I can appreciate the fact that it was a good game. Commercials...commercials were a let down. But I will say the Tide Pen spot took the cake in my book...
2 comments:
where did you watch the game?
Will's...he coaxed me over with food...you?
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