Which team is god really going to help on Super Bowl Sunday?  WTF?!

Peace

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It is that time of year, when the weather cools down, the leaves begin to change, and fat guys come out of the hibernation of air conditioning.  Yes, you guessed it; it’s the fall season or the fat guy’s summer.  The temperature is comfortable and a fat guy’s equilibrium centers. The end of summer means one thing: no more sweating! It is now acceptable to wear clothes on a regular basis.  The normal apparel can be either jeans and a T-shirt or shorts and hoodie. When everyone packs up their beach gear and begins to wander toward their local watering hole.  Fat Guys are getting mentally prepped for their own summer holidays: football season, tailgating, Halloween, and Thanksgiving.

Yes, that’s right the 4th of July for fat guys—tailgating. Tailgating is a glorious time when men gather in fields and lots across this great country, pop open the back hatch of the SUV blare some southern Rock, pound beers, and chow down on burgers, brats, stews and chili’s. There’s nothing like this barbaric ritual of drinking some frosty’s, chowing some grub, watching some football.

Aside from football and tailgating another can’t miss fat guy ritual is Halloween.  So you mean to tell me if I dress up you just give me candy—where do I sign-up?  I can dress up in virtually any absurd outfit or costume I want to?  Fat guys are used to wearing uncomfortable, tight fitting clothes.

Thanksgiving is the Fat Guy’s Labor Day and Christmas rolled into 1.  What a day!  Excuse me a series of days that end’s the fat guy’s summer.  Beginning with black Wednesday, the day before Thanksgiving where most young people go home get obscenely drunk and go out on the town and run into every awkward person and conversation from your glory days of high school/college.  Normally goes something like this:

ME: “Hey, what’s up Pete?”
Pete: “Hi, how are you?”

ME: “I’m good!  What’s going on?”

Mistake #1: I asked a question. Then some asshole, that I was never friends with, babbles on about how great it is to sell elevator buttons in Idaho and how he has received 1 year of free potatoes for being the best salesman and how he lives on a farm with some chick and her hillbilly family.  Sweet, I proceed to walk away in mid-sentence while he’s describing his goats and cows, grab a beer and proceed to laugh at all the stupid people and stories with my friends.  Needless to say it’s a long, albeit interesting night.

The next morning is almost like Christmas morning for Fat guys.  The presents are wrapped in turkey, stuffing and gravy…..yum.  It’s a day of eating, football, sleeping, more eating, more football and sleep again.  There are leftovers for about a week, in all type of various assortments:

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This is quite an interesting ad from Cincinnati quarterback Carson Palmer. How ironic, considering Palmer just choked on Sunday at Browns stadium. Something tells me he regrets doing this from his college days at USC. Why would someone agree to do this? I understand when your in college money is tight, but seriously, go donate some bone marrow. Go take a hand-out from a scumbag booster or sell your car. You look like an asshole.

Where’s the stadium mustard too? WEAK!

Go Browns!!

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