This is the post where we typically rant about crap that pisses us off. I haven’t written any of these posts this year, which is odd, because I am highly irritable. Pretty much everything in life makes me angry, especially now that I’m hungry all the time. Yet as I sat down to write I had quite a bit of trouble coming up with a topic. Not that I’m not pissed off about plenty of stuff, because I am. Sometimes I simply lose track of all my hate. That’s why I’m going to start keeping a detailed list of this stuff. Here’s a sampling of what’s bothering me this week.
1. Health insurance.
2. Wind chill.
3. Eric Stangel.
4. People asking me about Chanukah.
5. Everything about Glee.
Which brings us to the topic of today’s rant, the song “Baby It’s Cold Outside.”
They performed this ungodly number on the Glee Christmas special. This, despite the fact that the song has absolutely nothing to do with Jesus, Santa, or fir trees. The only connection to Christmas is purely seasonal, yet it’s constantly lumped in with the likes of Jingle Bells despite the fact that it’s a song about a potential date rapist.
The man in the song is utilizing the same “implication” strategy that Dennis details in the boat episode of It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia.
So to answer one of the song’s questions, “Say, what’s in this drink,” the answer is drugs. Run for your life.
Oh, and Merry Christmas.
This week’s Sean Taylor Memorial Meast of the Week is Tom Brady. Now there’s a guy who has never had to ply a woman and convince her that leaving his house could result in her death. Well, not since college at least.
Brady pantsed the Jets defense on national television, racking up 326 yards and four touchdowns.
Meanwhile, in Indianapolis, Brady’s foil tossed four interceptions for the second straight week. That’s good enough to earn Peyton Manning the Jeff George Memorial Least of the Week once again.