Well, gol danged! Here we go again, dangit! Hey, it's the friggin Super Bowl, ain't it? It's the one time of the year when boys can jus' be boys, drink lots o' beer, eat a bunch of gas producing foods that the doctors say 'ill kill ya and yell at a TV! Did I mention scratch an' spit? Well, if you ain't gotta a can then jus' spit it out the danged winder 'er door. Hey, it's the friggin' Super Bowl. Is nuthin sacred anymore? Hunh? Answer me that one. Hey, I still remmeber when Broadway Joe tolt the world that his New York Jet's were gonna beat Johnny U's Baltimore Colts and he did it! Now, if we'd had some commie, sissy havin' some commercial saying that they thought it was bad that poor women was dieing 'cause havin' to get abortions in the back of gas stations do you think we'd remember that the Jet won? Heck, no, we wouldn't!!!.... All we'd remember is some commie washrag bleedin' heard liberal ruinin' a perfectly good day. Hey, it's the friggin' Super Bowl, ain't it. A national day of drinking, eatin' junk food, fartin', spitin', scratchin', arguin' and yellin' at the TV. Right, men?!?!?!?.........

But now if Michael Moore would like to air a commercial in the middle of Bush's State of the Union address tomorrow night, hey, fine wid me. How 'bout you Wes GinnY Slide Rule?

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Okay with the WGSR, too....

Bobert