It’s a Shame That, During the MIGHTY THRASHING Our New Orleans Saints
…were administering to St. Tom of Brady and Belichik, the TV started to spin and whirl before my eyes in the most nausea inducing manner. How odd ~ major dad was similarly affected! Wretching feverishly and trying to clear to my garbled vision, I wondered what hell spawn, what fiendish subliminal signal in the box could effectuate such a result? Spontaneous swine flu?
Sadly, as I wiped the spittle remnants from my lips…clarity returned to me.
And the sonofabitch is pre-empting Charlie Brown’s Christmas, too.
If there’s a God ~ and I have been assured there IS ~ he’ll use his Holy Shepard’s Hook to yank that skinny narcissist right out the TV, saving His People any further viewing distress.
Lay your hands on the dashboard and say, “Hallelujah!”
Fun, Media, Nanny State, People, Politics | tree hugging sister | 
December 1, 2009 9:24 am
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Great day to be a Saints fan, ths.
Having had prior experience with that commercial I turned to another channel as soon as it started running.
Oh, indeed it was, Rob. A most GLORIOUS day in the annals of Sainthood. {8^P
I only watched bits of the first half but what I saw made me very happy.
Fans in Indy, Minneapolis, and New Orleans are all asking the same thing. Why did those other two have to be great THIS year?
Boy o boy, that was a mugwhumping.
In other news, that was OUR Loyal Son of Rutgers, Kenny Britt, converting TWO fourth-downs on the game-winning Tennessee drive against Arizona, including the touchdown catch with no time remaining. Sweet.