partayyy

Okay so today is a really fucking important day. No, not for me. For Celeste. Because the Steelers are going to the fucking Superbowl. I'll be honest I don't give two short flying rat's asses what that's supposed to mean because it's sports related and just thinking about exercise makes me weep cold French tears that Henri Andre is probably rejoicing over while softly caressing his finely toned muscles.
...Okay that was a really weird image on the point of making me physically ill.
I must be a bit hysterical.

Anyway, in honor of this momentous occasion, you should all break out the liquor (obviously), find a little dinosaur friend to cuddle up to (maybe not the one above, he looks like kind of a prick) in your Steelers hot pants and sequined Banana Slugs shirts, and par-tayyy!