Monay, sweet, sweet Monday. This is my official day of sloth. The Super Bowl was not so much Super, but more like a bowl of poo. I did drink a good bit and make one dollar bets on random plays the entire game. I came out a dollar short of what I started with. So now instead of having six dollars to my name, I've got five. Not bad.
After the game we decided to further wreck the relationship between our apartment and the rest of the complex. Every family needs a little bit of sonic bombardment at eleven o'clock on a Sunday night. We are Mr. Rogers' bastard children!!!!!!!!
After the game we decided to further wreck the relationship between our apartment and the rest of the complex. Every family needs a little bit of sonic bombardment at eleven o'clock on a Sunday night. We are Mr. Rogers' bastard children!!!!!!!!