Who cares what the fuck it is.
I'm losing 50 bucks to my BIL if those fucking Patriots don't pull it together.
And gaining about half a stone from all this guacomole and white bean dip and beer, too.
If my sister calls me one more fucking time, I'm gonna deck her book ass across the miles.
Always betting on the underdog, the old gal.
Too close to our birthdays for that shit.
She better not throw it in my face what a good party they're having now.