I have now experienced the truly American way. Super Bowl made me do it. It was nothing new for me, though the people and the game made the experience all the better. Its only when you wake up at six in the morning, drunk and shivering that you realize what has happpened. Poor gods of football! The Seahawks blew it, but they made it to the game; that's what's important.
And here I am waiting for the hangover to start. Dear God! Of all the things to do, I get drunk to celebrate Fat Corpulent American Day. What else?
There are pen marks on my fingers,
emptiness leaking out of my soul
and a strong desire to say...
I AM A FAT, CORPULENT AMERICAN AND...
and, and,
stilll drunk, loving it (fuck McDonald's).
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