superbowl

It's the Superbowl halftime. I have momentarily vacated my spot in front of the television, where there is half a rotisserie chicken exploded on a tabletop and a fat dog with chicken grease on his whiskers greedily sniffing at the air, to blog instead of watching Tom Petty,

whom I hate, because he looks like a ghoul.

The boys and girls upstairs are cheering for something so I assume the football game is back on. Also, Rihanna

looks like a beluga whale.

Am I the only person who thinks "Umbrella" is about Rihanna pulling her labia over somebody's head?