Debbie Ann Eis writes about light sockets in 2007 elimae. Wow. Me Like.
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I don’t eat Nachos every single day. Only mostly. But things slip, they slide. It happens. I am not arguing for a life/existence this way, (or a day) sans Nachos, but it happens. I’ve actually gone TWO days, twice. Both times were traumatic; I had tremors, dog-seizures, ventricular fibrillation, tics of the ears, throat, triangles lodged in my aorta, etc. I might blog later about those 4 days (doubtful).
And, since “they” (I hate they, whomever) say bloggers should be honest, I did not beat my 41 days record-in-a-row of nachos. I went 32. Yawn. Then I dropped this, spicy:
Photo blurred for some whatnot. But then I was like FUCK IT, blurry will be all arty, all bloggy cool.
OK.
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Bodog’s new Superbowl betting slogan is BET OR DIE.
Wow. Relax, shady guys in Antigua. Bet or die?
SUPERBOWL betting! Well, I have a chunk of money I won on the playoffs, and here we are, the final game. I don’t want my sporting bet account to actually show a profit, so I need to bet it ALL before the big game. To glisten in the glow of zero, of losing. So I went big chunk on PITT and the UNDER parlay.
With the rest I did the following prop bets:
Total passing yards Ben Roethlisberger: Under 219.5
MVP of the game: Willie Parker
MVP of the game: Kurt Warner
(What? What kind of ass–word eliminates one bet by making another? This is like the guy I saw in a Miss casino who would bet red AND black on roulette, in the same spin)
Who will have more pass receptions, L. Fitzgerald or A. Boldin? Boldin. (I placed quite a bit on this one. I like this bet.)
Total rushing yards on Willie Parker’s first attempt. OVER 3.5 yards.
Who bets against this man?
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Update post-game (Thanks Boldin. I was trying to lose ALL my money)
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Here is an article about how everyone hates Jonathan Safran Foer.
Ir reminded me of lights on.
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