Good, America spends months and months looking forward to a stupid football game...and it's a STUPID FOOTBALL GAME.
The "game" itself was a blow-out, with the chicken-named "Seattle Sea Hawks" so far ahead at half-time, it was impossible for the better-named Denver Broncos to win. What do you suppose happened around the country? Assholes in bars had nothing to cheer about. Assholes throwing super bowl parties at home had nothing to do but keep tossing their fat-fingers into the chip bowl and lathering their junk food with dip. Did people actually stop drinking beer and find something better to do with the rest of the evening?
Did they actually stay to watch the "entertainment" this year...in the form of some boring, bland, pretty-boy pussy-esque pretender named BRUNO MARS?
Some middle-of-the-road slab of butter who prettifies and waters down already imitative shit like Michael Jackson (who was nothing much besides a moonwalk). Yeah, the guy has "talent," but what does he do with it? Self-absorbed crooning? Cheesy smiling? Being a safer Michael Jackson, a slimmer Fats Domino, or a darker Josh Groban? A less hip Kid Creole? Who the FUCK cares?
I guess the thinking was, "Let's have somebody whites can tolerate, blacks can tolerate, kids can tolerate..."
No, I didn't watch the Super Bowl. Not one fucking bit of it. I don't like wasting time on UNIMPORTANT SHIT.
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