Woof
Break out the chips and guacamole, tomorrow is the big game! Not the Super Bowl of course, but the Puppy Bowl. I’m not much of a football fan so I spend most of the Sunday flipping around whatever filler the other channels show, and I’ve been watching the Puppy Bowl since it started in 2004. There’s something so mesmerizing about watching puppies fight each other for three hours while accompanied to smooth jazz music, and the addition of the Kitten Halftime Show only sweetened the deal. Does this make me less of a man? Probably. But a bunch of men smacking each others asses and grinding each other isn’t the most manly thing either.