dannj wrote:interestingly enough from what I have read in past reports, during the superbowl domestic violence increases 3 times normal, and even many of the commercials that represent the stupidbowl have become violent.
Perhaps they should just give clubs and knives to each member of the team and let em go at it. Last man standing wins.
Excellent idea! And the last man standing after all the bloodshed and mayhem gets tazered by the cops, and hauled off to the slammer and put away for life, so far away he won't be able to hear the dogs barking!
Yes, I've heard that during the Stupor Bore game, domestic violence increases three-fold.
That's typical. Most football games cause domestic violence.
When the typical redneck football fan, and his family come home from church to their single axle trailer, the first thing the ol' man does is to demand that his family shuts the fuck up because there's going to be a game on TV, and then he demands that his wife brings him a beer, usually that cheap Buckhorn brand that smells like tar paper torn off a shit house roof.
So he just sits there in front of his black & white TV set with a coat hanger antenna, guzzling down a case of that Buckhorn beer, and eating greasy hamburgers and greasy fries all deep fried in lard.
While the games is going on, his kids must keep quiet. They're not allowed to go outside toplay, they must sit there in the room with the TV going, and just shut the fuck up!
And if his favorite team loses the big game of the season, he beats the holy crap out of his wife and kids, rapes his daughter, kicks the cat, screws the pooch, and give the parakeet and goldfish cause for alarm!
Ah! Land O' Goshen, that's the life!
This goes on every Sunday afternoon, until one day, the ol; man rises to his feet to beat the crap out of his wife. He stands there on thin wobbly legs, his huge round beer belly hanging down over the front of his pants which are sliding half-way down on his ass, then he clutches at his chest, gasps for air, and keels over dead from a massive heat attack while still only in his 40s and lays there face down on the carpet in his own vomit!
Yeah, that's typical here in the south.
I'm fat and sassy! I love to sing & dance & stomp my feet & really rock your world!
