Well, I've always found sports to be rather pointless and unexciting, so I literally found nothing to be on TV today. No network is even attempting to compete with the Super Bowl. It's all bad movies and reruns of sitcoms. Oh, and if you were to turn on Animal Planet this afternoon, you'd see the return of an event known as the Doggie Bowl, which encompasses a number of dogs running around a set made to look like a football stadium for some hours.
By the way, what does anyone here know about treating mild frostbite? I decided to go for a 10 or 15 mile walk through the snow in a pair of Chuck Taylors and woke up this morning with some pretty gnarly feet.
"Somebody told me when the bomb hits, everybody in a two mile radius will be instantly sublimated, but if you lay face down on the ground for some time, avoiding the residual ripples of heat, you might survive, permanently fucked up and twisted like you're always underwater refracted. But if you do go gas, there's nothing you can do if the air that was once you is mingled and mashed with the kicked up molecules of the enemy's former body. Big-kid-tested, motherf--ker approved."
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