"Look, you can see Keith Richard's colostomy bag!"
So I went to a Superbowl "party" at my aunt's friend's house... basically it was just the eight of us sitting around snacking and watching their massively huge television. The TV spots were okay, I thought, not great. The game itself... well, half the time I couldn't even remember who was playing, so that should tell you something right there.
Watching the Stones' halftime show was downright nauseating, however. The fact that you couldn't understand most of what they were saying was bad enough, but the chicken lips and under-arm flab... ew! Completely put me off my pizza.
Oh, and speaking of music, let's not even mention what was done to the national anthem. Ugh.