Men of all shapes and sizes will head to the store and spend no less that $85 on beer, pretzels, corn chips, cheese whiz, various deli meats, white bread, hot mustards, soda for the kids, pickles, ice-cream and at least 4 family size cans of Hormel Meatless Chili.

Men of all shapes and sizes will plant themselves on the couch with foods and beverages of choice lined up neatly in front of them within arms reach.

These same men will scream for "Hey Honey" to find the remote.

Hey Honeys everywhere are wondering who made Chili the traditional dish for Super Bowl Sunday.  They suggest ordering pizza.

Men of all shapes and sizes tell kids that they know the score of the game before it starts!  Zero to Zero. HAHAHAHAHAHA.

Kids everywhere moan.  Younger ones don't get it.

The game starts and men everywhere will forbid any talking, except for their yelling at the officals for lousy calls.

Hey Honeys run in to watch the best commercials of the year.

Intel will have those metallic chip workers/dancers reveal their identities after all these years.  It's just the Solid Gold Dancers from the 70s.

George will do another Dorito's commercial since he lost his Seinfeld job.

The Chili will be consumed during half-time.

Couches are a sea of crumbs, beer spills, and pizza crusts.

The chili starts to kick in.

Men of all shapes and sizes are left alone on the couch as women and children flee the room holding noses.

This woman will get up from the computer as she does every year and put on her bra and straighten her hair and wait for PUBLISHER'S CLEARING HOUSE to knock on her door.  She will prepare to say something obscene on LIVE TV.
To see what I will say you will have to stay tuned!

This woman will go back to the computer, uttering the same prepared obscenity once she see some old broad from Canton, Ohio won the $11 million.