This should be a fun afternoon. I’m going to a party that a couple friends of mine are throwing up in Burbank, where they’re threatening to deep-fry a turkey.
I told them instead of beer, I’m bringing a fire extinguisher. I don’t know if they realize that I’m serious.
Also, normally I wouldn’t care either way, but today I’m rooting for the Seahawks, mostly because I can’t stand my asshat Steelers fan neighbor.
He put a Steelers plate frame on his Jeep about a week ago, and the only thing that’s keeping me from intentionally backing into his car is the realization that his car would do way more damage to mine than mine would do to his.