Super Bowl Sunday

We are just hanging out today. The Super Bowl is on, and although this may excite many of our constituents it hardly registers a passing notice from us here at the blogspot. We know, we are not like others. We honestly do not even know who is in the big game. Are prone to facilitating mass hysteria and ass-beatings by pointing out the jingoistic nature of this sport. We are, in a point of fact kind of way, prone to being called a real homo. No matter. Let it be known that we here at the B-rist do not give a fuck.

Things we do give a fuck about are increasingly limited but are likely to include any combination of the following: pretty girls, alcohol consumption, and feeling you up. Also added to that list might be any variety of worldly cuisines. But then, I guess that last bit is the cloying attempt at getting invited to your Super Bowl party. We know, though: you were already convinced.