My "Live Blog" of the Super Bowl Ads
6:30—7:00 Don't remember.7:00—8:30 Watched three less-than-stellar Simpsons reruns.
8:30—9:00 Pounded on my drum set. Upstairs neighbor pounded on floor.
9:00—10:00 Stared at a Sopranos episode I'd already seen twice.
10:01—? Knitted.
posted by copyranter @ 11:08 AM
8 Comments:
Pounding the drums? Gad, I remember when it used to be referred to as choking the chicken. Oh you wacky young people. . .
Good work, my "girl that can hang with the guys" card was revoked when I decided to leave the bar and miss the last 7 minutes of the game.
You didn't watch the game? Homo.
No, I was watching your mom have sex with 2 donkeys online; 1 wearing a Steelers jersey and the other a Seahawks'.
Hee-haw!!!
Hey, it's me again. You know, Bob Garfield, the Rex Reed of ad critics.
I don't really have anything to add to this thread. I just wanted to say to Betty, "Hubba hubba hubba!" You're much cuter than Barbara Lippert.
Bob, now is NOT the right time for Cialus.
Thanks for letting me hang out with you!! I kinda wished I'd left at 10:01 p.m. Oh well: live and learn. There's always next year.
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