Pounded

So we here in Chicago have taken quite a beating since that joke of a game Sunday.

First, we played like Pop Warner players in their first year at the Super Bowl, FFS, and then we got pounded with snow.

I fucking hate snow. I'm really kind of getting used to this global warming stuff, and I am not as used to this fluffy white stuff as I was growing up.

Here's one member of my family who was very grateful for the snow:



Ah yes, my "little" puppy who almost weighs as much as I do now. I need to start lifting weights or sumfin.