Whoops totally forgot to do a Saturday post. I'm not used to working on Saturday. It's usually a day reserved for getting over Friday's hangover and than developing a brand new one for Sunday morning or afternoon depending on when you pass out on your friend's couch/toilet/balls. Usually I have football to help deal with the hangover, but tomorrow is special and I have to wait to watch football and also have to eat nachos and wings with other people. It's also the only time of year people look forward to commercials and when you can bet on which animal will try to sell you beer.

My Computer...

is continuing its quest to piss me off as much as possible. I want to go back to the Stone age when a club is the only multi-purpose device you needed and you could share a brontosaurus burger with Fred Flintstone or one of his many concussion induced alter egos.

Basketballs

A few ways to know you root for a poor basketball team:

1. More than 2 white guys on the court at the same time and neither of their names end in an -ic.

2. Your team is named after something to do with weather.

Speaking of that St.John's woman's team is named the Lady Red Storm. Since when does a weather condition have a gender. I have yet to see a lightning bolt with a dick or vagina. Before they were the Lady Red Storm were they the Lady Red Men? Was their mascot a hermaphroditic Indian?