THIS! This is what I watch the Super Bowl for! Forget the shitty commercials that haven’t been entertaining since the internet learned how to video. Disregard the hot man-on-man action — tight butts and loose guts abound, mmm — and you have some quality entertainment that sticks to your ribs.
I didn’t watch the Super Bowl. I lied. I apologize if I may have mislead you in any way. I just don’t get watching football in such an extreme manner. When I’m told there will be a gathering with hot wings, I most certainly will attend — social contract signed. Hot wings coupled with someone’s drunken uncle telling the TV it should have taken a timeout is not what I signed up for.
Now go and watch what you came to see!
Anyways, Philip Seymour Hoffman died today. I’m usually not one that cares about celebrity deaths — que sera, sera and such. But, his passing actually really bummed me out. I’m not entirely sure why, to be honest. Yeah, he could have done more, but he had also done enough. And by “enough” I mean more than most of us will ever achieve.
If you haven’t seen it, go and watch Love Liza. It is without-a-doubt, one of the best movies of all-time. Seriously. No joke. I am not kidding.