I live deep in the heart of … um … First Nation Country (hey, if it works for Canada it works for me) and I saw so many depressed faces at my office today. To paraphrase the great pundit Dogbert, I would have mocked them but the challenge was gone. It would have been like kicking a baby or throwing a puppy off the bridge, too cruel.
Oh–except for the asshole who constantly made misogynistic remarks during our fantasy football draft (“Say, you seem to know your football, little lady!”). Not only did I beat him harder than Gisele beats Brady when he brings home the wrong brand of organic milk this week in fantasy, he’s a big First Nations fan. Add in that my Eagles won–AGAIN–and I taunted his sorry ass all day. I may look like a suburban mom, but I WILL abuse you if you fuck with me at the fantasy draft.