But kind of a tradition me and the ol man do. He comes over, we nosh on the foods I conjure up up until the big game. He drinks his Pepsi(no, not diet, Tash!) and me my beer. Well, hard shit too!

But seeing as how my boys in black and gold are going to win their 7th Superbowl, think it's best if I celebrated all to myself without getting into too much shit with the retarded cheesehead motherfuckers! lol!!!