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Things I May Have Said During the Super Bowl

Or, Why You Should Probably Never Watch Sports With Me:

  • I think I’ll root for the Saints because I am one.
  • I don’t like that we’re cheering for different teams because I don’t know when to clap.
  • Bartender, can you PLEASE switch it to the Puppy Bowl?
  • Is it STILL the first quarter?
  • Can I get another beer?
  • Why is this bar full of old dudes and chicks?
  • Why did everyone just gasp like someone got shot?
  • That house made of Bud Light is amazing. We need that.
  • Um. I want to marry that Colts player with the last name Saturday. Being Sara Saturday is MY DREAM.
  • Can I get another beer?
  • Okay. That guy is ALL man.
  • Those wings smell like ass…….but I want some.
  • But, Whitney! I don’t WANT to watch the kitty halftime show when we get home!
  • Why can’t he just keep twirling into the endzone?
  • Let’s make a bet. If the Saints win, you have to get rid of your cat.
  • There is no way anyone who watches “Undercover Boss” will be sober.
  • Don’t. stop. the. clock! Don’t. stop. the. clock!
  • Can I get another beer?
  • Would you like a high five since no one else will give you one?
  • Did that guy just tell me to stop texting and watch the game?
  • Well. Technically, they ALL have the ball.
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Themed by Hunson. Originally by Josh