I'm Not Sure How To Say This...

But the It's Still Football gang (just me and Joe, really) entered ourselves in the Ladies... "Hot Blogger Bracket." I got a 5-seed, which is ridiculously flattering, and Joe got a 13-seed, which is a little low, I feel. In any event, my "worthy" first round opponent is begging for votes, so I must also beg for votes now.

To answer your questions, yes, we blog about Arena Football. We thought making fun of Professional Bonehead Bowl (Now With Sproingy Nets!) would be a good time, and it is. But now we know to much about Arena Football, and sadly, we can't un-know it.

Also, yes. I entered myself in an online popularity contest against strangers. Le sigh.

Vote for me!

Also vote for Joe!

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Doing My Civic Duty!

A public service announcement I wrote on a piece of paper and placed on the el seat:

DO NOT SIT HERE: MOIST

I'm really glad I didn't give into the guy who kept asking if I, or my travelling companions, wanted to sit. Because after he gave up on that, he stood up, shouted "Excuse me! Does anyone have any newspapers or something? Because someone peed on this seat." Someone? Sir, I have a sneaking suspicion you peed on that seat. So, after telling a couple of randoms that they shouldn't sit there, because there's a 75% chance of urine, we decided to make a sign. I'm proud of myself.

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Also, I'm Going to Take This Opportunity to Bitch, Briefly

Right now, I could not hate these people more if they were actually, honest-to-goodnes Nazis, transported here through space and time. I know that probably sounds excessive, but I am really tired of the smarmy attitude and all the rest. I don't care if they succeed or fail. In fact, I would prefer they fail. I'm considering renting for the rest of my life. That way I would never contribute to the paychecks of these people, or people like them. I could also, concievably pay cash for a home, but let's be realistic... I'd be 90 by the time I had enough liquid funds to do that.

I'm going to put somebody in a coma today.

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Hi, Grandma!

Well! I probably should apologize for the occasional blue language now that I know my grandma reads this... Hi, Gram! How's it going? I don't swear in real life, and I also help orphans.

Blind orphans.

I read to them.

Yeah.

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