I was skipping through a field of epissy this morning and was amazed at the number of people referencing Animal Planet's Puppy Bowl II.
For those of you not "in the know" this program is 3 hours of puppies playing. It was run before, during, and after the Super Bowl.
What the fuck is wrong with America? No wonder people hate us so much; it's hard to empathize with a nation who would stare at the most intellectually void pablum for hours on end. Fuck, even I want to attack us. This is nothing more than a Hallmark Card bowel movement, and I can't see anyone other than Jean Teasdale even tolerating this crap for more than a microsecond...
So, I was watching Puppy Bowl II last night, after the game, when I realized two things:
1) Puppies are cute.
2) I'm really fucking smashed, and my living room seems to be spinning at unsafe speeds.
Yeah, it got me for about a half-hour. I blame it on my party guests' unwillingness to do lemon Jello shots, thus leaving me with about a dozen (left-over) liquor filled treats to kill. That and the insane amounts of beer.
Today, I'm stuck at work with a Bukowski-worthy hang over, and a sense of liquor induced puppy shame that just won't go away. I think that I'm gonna have to watch "The Sorrow and the Pity" tonight as a penance for my indiscretions. I suggest you all do the same. And, I'll see you all at "Puppy Bowl III" next year. I'll bring the Jello shots.