This morning after browsing through the very thin Sunday morning paper over a bacon, egg and hash brown breakfast one story really caught my eye. My local paper carries Parade and USA Today Weekend sections, two more inserts tucked inside that serve as yet another advertising vehicle.
These faux mini-newspapers also carry celebrity gossip, self-help tips and lifestyle suggestions. Like this little gem…
Click to enlarge for a good laugh. The first thing of note is the photograph. Hopelessly posed wouldn't you say?
If anyone has been to a party that looked like this that wasn’t held in a church social room or a staged democrat fundraiser please let me know.
My idea of a Super Bowl party is a warm, lively open fire in the fireplace blasting my carbon enriching micro-ash into the sacred atmosphere and eating delicious homemade greasy junk food.
The Super Bowl is not an occasion to express your eco-nanny-ness unless all your friends are trendy urban libs and I no longer have any of those. To me watching football is celebrating a violent competitive All-American game that provides live action, drama and mayhem. It's not some peace demonstration or political rally.
And I aim to keep it that way. Go Vikings.
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6 comments:
I'm still laughing.
Not to defend this article (it's sad to say some people will be using it to prepare for their parties), but unless you're out of home brew, local microbrewery beer is a pretty good suggestion.
Go Jets.
Looks like a typical stock photo showing one gay couple, one lesbian couple and one hetero couple. Multi-racial/ethnic, of course.
They had to put the white girl in the very back. I think that's stuck somewhere in the health care bill...
I'd be down for some of those vegan cookies, though.
What the hell are they doing with the football anyway? I have never been to a party of worth where an actual football was being passed around.
And what is that, a plate of ravioli with red sauce on the table there in between the cokes? FAIL.
DO NOT piss off the guy in front or he will take his football and go home.
P.S. Ravioli? Ha ha ha.
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