It's a Super-Bowl Idea

Nobody Flashes Anymore: Yes, it's that time of year again...the day that millions of American men make bets they have no intention of paying off, women get to count how many beer bottles make a sixpack, and no matter what, someone on the other team makes an excellent play that you cannot even beleive could happen in a million years.

It's the only day of the year when the human consumption of chilli beans actaully competes with the flatulence of cows in putting up even more damaging methane gas to destroy Al Gore's green earth.

The cows don't stand a chance.

Anything that pisses off Al Gore is a reason to celebrate!

And also this year, due to the problem we are all having not spending our our money fast enough for our govenermnet/corporate complex...Fox News, this Friday morning, has already set up Shepard Smith on the gamefield, two days in advance.

I have heard that they have also benevolently denied politicians the right to advertise...but that doens't mean that Brittany Spear's ambulance won't be seen racing around the field at half-time.

Yes, it will race on the field and out she will pop, with Michael Jackson, and Hillary Clinton, and Obama, and ...oh wait...they can't sing--- but they can DANCE!

Oh god...that's an awful thought. Sorry.

The truth is, I really don't care who wins.

But I will not be bored, because as you can see, some of my neighbors who want to put on airs, just plugged up the their new big-screen TV, so that they can watch the game outside in the pool.

I love these guys. They make up for all the games I have never seen. They even told me Huckabee was coming over to watch the game.

Somehow, I don't have the heart to tell them, he has seats next to McCain in the real bowl....which has palm trees, and girls in swimsuits, and maybe if we get lucky, some one will flash us all again at half-time, and get the Cable guys off Natalie the girl who got drunk and got in a car with four strange men...twenty years ago.

Okay, I'm rambling. I've lost spell check. It's time. Miller Time...wait, I don't drink beer! Okay, it's milk time...

Have a great Super-bowl Day! And pass the chilli beans!