Yesterday on my sojourn to school, I passed not one but TWO separate piles of barf. In different neighborhoods (leading me to deduce that if it was the same perpetrator, they barfed, rode the bus to campus, and then barfed again); but my detective skills honed from many episodes of CSI: Miami (the best CSI) lead me to believe it was two different barfers. I blame the barfing on the Seahawks going to the Super Bowl, and having a team that can actually play the sport they get paid to play is something so astounding for the denizens of Seattle that the only way they could express their joy was to throw up.
I only expect the fervor to increase in the coming weeks, and so I assure you I will keep an eye out for more piles of Super Bowl barf. (Spoiler alert: there will be a huge pile of Super Bowl barf during the half time show and his name is Bruno Mars).
Bruno Mars will make me Super Bowl barf for sheezy. Also, re: your last blog post, I totally won New Years.
ReplyDeleteSpeaking of barf, every time I go to your blog, I have to close my eyes and scroll down so I don't see the nasty pile of barf at the top.
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