Damn. Here I am, busting on Derek for eating children's breakfast and I don't even know what day it is... or what a Superbowl Sunday is.
I need a bottle and a nap.
I have never had chicken and waffles. Of course, I am also an adult.
Sorry I missed this, but listening to an entire Sacramento hotel groan in unison Sunday evening made up for it.
I dropped those twats when they jacked my premium by almost 400%. I hope they go out of business and then catch a burning case of herpes...and then die in a car fire.