Well, not really. I have been writing in my mind, but none of it has gotten posted. Please, try to not slit your wrists.
Tomorrow...what the fuck? I mean, ahem, today...being Sunday and all, promises to be an intense, alcohol-fueled, football intensive day.
I am only watching because I want to enjoy the demise of the vile Patriots (I thought the Patriot Act took care of those choad smokers?)
Anyway, I want them to win, as I've said earlier, and then die ignominiously in the Superbowl, choking on their own vomit, as the winning quarterback pounds a stake into their black hearts, and their mascot parades him around the field while he proudly displays Brady's dripping head, holding it up by the facemask.
Ooooo, fifteen yards for 'taunting'...too late, Ref! He's fucking DEAD!