Earlier today, I told a friend/colleague that Peyton Manning’s neck looks like the shaft of Lou Ferrigno’s dick. But that’s beside the point. That really has nothing to do with his ill-timed interception. Unless, of course, modern science links Lou Ferrigno’s dick to poor decision making.
Anyway, I’m not here to bore you with lame commentary about Super Bowl XLIV. Just letting you know that I decided to change the focus of my site from chunks of content to one blog at a time. The new format makes me want to write more often. You only see the most recent blog post. If you wanna dig into the archive, you can type a keyword into that nifty live search box.
p.s. I do have to mention one of my Super Bowl “what if’s.” During The Who halftime show, what if the sky opened up and a naked Kyle Reese fell boner first into Zak Starkey’s drum kit?
