I was not able to get in.
Have been having some serious drama with the poodle I've been courting in the late night hours.
(I think her folks ain't especially fond of interbreeding, the a-holes. But they'll get theirs eventually, 'cause we all know karma's a female dog. Up theirs.)
At any rate, the way the score went, I'm kinda glad I missed it. Because:
I don't like getting into fights with a-hole Chiefs fans with their bellys stuffed with baby-back ribs and skunky, watered-down beer — all of whom are ogling my honey and her raunchy mini-micro and torn-up fishnets. The KC jail don't sound to me like the most fun place for me to be. Eff it.
And I woulda been pretty frick'n vocal way the eff up there in those end-zone nosebleeds. The last time I went there with my dad and uncle in 2006 (we lost 28-27; Damon Huard was the Chiefs' QB; Seneca was ours), I nearly got into a coupla fights with Chiefs a-holes there.
Chiefs fans are steeeeraight-up, stone-cold ASSHOLES, pardon my french.
I don't think my having been there woulda made much of a difference in the game's outcome, either.
But when I get things ironed out with this honey of mine (who doesn't even like football) soon, we'll hit a Cowpukes game. and I'll be sure to have gotten the tix way ahead of time.
Will make sure she dresses even trashier for that one, 'cause I've kinda always wanted to go to jail in Dallas for takin' out a Cowpuke fan's front teeth.
I can't wait.
I love you, too, Sista.
And you, DR.
And yes, RD, you're way too negative. Maybe you need to get in a few fights. I think that'd help ya. Just sayin'.
Thank you, Mark, for having started this thread, my man. God bless you, brother.
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