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A Complete Disregard of the ______ Loss Yesterday



Well… as my grandmother would say, “Isn’t THIS a revoltin’ development!

Not only are many of us coming off a 4-day weekend where we ate, ate some more and then ate again and then, some, got in a car or an airplane and sat, ate, sat and ate some more while traveling home. But, all of that was ok, because we promised to work it off and eat less cookies, nachos and Mancini Bread and drink less beer at the upcoming Christmas parties. (BTW, we won’t do that but it sounded good as we were downing your 3 bottle of Tums Smoothies.)

And speaking of Tums Smoothies, hopefully ya had a few left for the Sunday afternoon craziness when the (Too Sad to Say the Name) lost to the New Orleans Saints (like, I mean, got crushed at home kind of loss).  Because during that game, i.e. watching Ike Taylor trying to recover his dignity, watching Brett Keisel pretty much go out without a bang and seeing how average our Pittsburgh (Too Sad to Say the Name) felt like I had downed 4 gallons of the spiciest New Orleans jambalaya.

So, to take your mind off of what happened yesterday, I decided to post this “Peter Parker” pic from a busy, Christmas Shopping mall parking lot in North Carolina.  Don’t know what a “Peter Parker” is, go here.  This one is crazy good because it was clearly no mistake.  It’s a complete disregard of everyone else on earth.

Once again, if this person was paying the $50/space game-day parking fees on the North Side, I guaran-damn-tee this driver gets that van into a spot the size of a skateboard.

He Leisure-van-Larry, here’s hoping that, when you got back to your van, after fighting the crowd, you figured out that you had forgotten that you had to pee so bad that your eyes were floating and, you couldn’t find your keys to empty your hands of all of your bags/boxes, and you had to start dancing because you were about to wet your pants, and, because you had your hands full, you couldn’t pinch your winkie, like you did when you were in 3rd grade, to keep from peeing your pants and….well, ya pee’d your pants for the driver home, Ya Jagoff.

Thanks to @Grock28083 on Twitter, from North Carolina, for being our Honorary Jagoff Catcher.