Hell is Frozen, For Sure
Hell must be frozen; the devil is wearing fur tights. The motherfuckin’ Giants have won the Superbowl. Everyone in the NY/NJ/CT tri-state area has been busting at the seams for the last week, happy, yet very confused. We’ve all been walking around, scratching our heads (or balls) and saying, “Now, exactly how did the Giants make it to the Superbowl?” I’m not a HUGE football fan but you must have been in a coma not to at least notice all the hype.
And now we’re scratching our heads (and balls) and saying, “Did I just see what I think I saw? Did the Giants actually win the Superbowl?” This is some kinda dream. I’m just waiting for Denzel to ring the doorbell with nothing but a pair of swim trunks on and a wine cooler in his hand.
To think…we haven’t even been drinking…
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