Wednesday, February 4

From time to time, everyone needs a slap in the face.

Even if it's with a boob. . . .

Sorry, couldn't resist.



So here's the thing. I'll put aside all of my personal remarks for a couple more days and simply throw these bits of information out there.

In case you couldn't understand what was going on at the boobacious half time show, here are some of the lyrics you missed. For this family oriented, rousing Sunday afternoon game of innocent fun, halftime started with Janet Jackson singing these words.
"Got a nice package alright, think I'm gonna have to ride it tonight!"

Of course, we followed up those lines with our friend from St. Louis, Nelly. He had this to say.
"It's getting hot in here, so take off all your clothes."
[Welcome to Houston Nell, smells too don't it?]

MMmmmmmm, warms the cockles of my heart. And for another number, we have Mr. Kid Rock, (talented musician that he is) who has decided to show his patriotism by dressing himself with an American flag. And by dressing, I mean cutting a hole in our sacred symbol and letting his nasty pitts stench up the white stripes. He had this to say to our children.
"And this is for the questions that don't have any answers
The midnight glancers and the topless dancers
The gander freaks, cars packed with speakers
The G's with the 40's and the chicks with beepers
The northern lights and the southern comfort
And it don't even matter if their veins are punctured
All the crackheads, the critics, the cynics
And all my heroes in the methadone clinics"

I'll add my thoughts later. For now, just let it all soak in. Oh yeah, in case you've been desensitizied like most of us, don't forget all the leg humping and lack of clothing onstage either. I think my shirt has more material than what was used for the 2,000 women combined shaking their 'thangs' onstage.

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