WE'RE NUMBER TWO! WE'RE NUMBER TWO!

The San Francisco team lost 19 to 30 today. No, I did not watch the game. It's a stupid sport, and I'm glad that the rightwing hosebags in the backroom experienced no joy, and instead wept into their panties, as well as pleased as all git-out that there was no jollification, drunkenness, or displays of nudity in my neighborhood when I got back to the city.
Football is a game that appeals to high school neanderthals and bullies.

Yes, all of you fans may deservedly be depressed. And please do so. This monumental failure reflects badly on your sex-appeal and testosterone levels. Jesus hates you.

I shall disparage your manhoods, all of you vegan wheatgerm snarfers!

Anyway, there are no loud drunks outside now, so I'm happy. I am very much a fan of reasonable, calm, and civilized comportment. So no one yelling "yay, Niners" or "we're numbah one" from either the backroom at work or drunks on the street pleases me.
At all times try to behave decently. And thank you.


There was a techno-geeky couple on the bus back. She was clutching her stuffed bunny, and in between talking all computer nerdy at each other they discussed where to eat. Which is good. People in their twenties should have healthy appetites! The bunny approves! Then they started face-sucking. Oh horrors, not in front of the bunny! Think about the mental trauma the poor leporid will have! Animals!

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