I F%$#ing Hate Tom Brady
I did not watch the Super Bowl, I was in bed, dealing with a nasty cold, and I really did not care who won the game.
I don't have a problem with his looks, or his wealth, or his celebrity.
I hate him because he can make Sharon,* a Patriots fan since before the Drew Bledsoe era, scream loudly in ecstasy.
That is MY job, dammit!
*Love of my life, light of the cosmos, she who must be obeyed, my wife.
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