Stu, as a Packers fan, I want to talk Super Bowl with you.
Oh, c’mon your Lordness.Â Isn’t enough that you gave me a brutal beatdown with Your ugly stick?
That wasn’t me.Â That was one of My right-hand angels.Â He was bitter after I wiped him out in a game of Texas Hold ‘Em.
Really, what was your hand?
I decided to blow off the cards and hold all of Texas, which beats a royal flush donachathink?Â Being the All-Powerful rocks!
I guess.Â Anyway, didn’t you smite me enough on Sunday?
What, just because I gaveth you a quarterback who can’t keep his junk away from barflys and his midrange passes away from d-backs?
Oh, and a nose the size of a third-world country?
And a physique straight out of a third-world country?
And a wife who loves the Packers and has a hairtrigger temper?
Yeah, well that too.
And a really nasty disease that forced you to quit drinking?
What?Â I don’t have a…
Um.Â Uh.Â Don’t worry, that won’t happen for…wait, what’s today’s date again?
Very funny, your Worshipfulness.
Anyway, none of those things was the real smiting I am sending unto thou.
Do I even want to know?
Too late.Â Yea verily, here comes your smiting now.
It’s Lovey!Â With a machine gun!!!Â Bwahahahahahaha!!!!!