The Super Bowl tied a bow on the 2011 NFL season with a great game and another slap in the faces of Patriot fans thanks to Eli Manning and the NY Geee-men (Bermanese). Like most of America, our group took the opportunity to over-consume alcohol and food. A keg of Banquet Beer and a Honey Baked ham go a long way – long enough to have me catching zzzzz by the end of the game. The commercials weren’t what I would consider “good”, Indy provided a backdrop of wholesome family goodness that prevented any players from getting into serious trouble, and Madonna’s old ass stepped around the stage like a life-alert infomercial was being filmed, leaving us to be entertained by the action on the field. Golly gosh, what’s it going to take to make this Super Bowl idea get some traction?
And the deviled eggs, good god how could I forget the deviled eggs:
See you guys next month.
Such a curious distribution of paprika on those eggs...
ReplyDeleteWhat does it tell us of the condition of the hand that held the shaker?
-Holmes
Perhaps confirmation can be found. What more can be gleaned from the eggs? Of course there needn't be a number of four and twenty to free the maker of any accusation of inebriation...for who is to say that he began with a full dozen?
ReplyDeleteBut certainly a man known for consuming eggs in triple couldn't likely produce a number of halves differing from 18, or 12 in the least. But here we have 16. Why would he leave FOUR eggs from the starting dozen uncracked?
Because he knows he will likely lose one egg to the basin with the coming of the morning shakes to follow, leaving him with his cherished three!
-Watson
Son of a bitch.
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