Here is our official and pathetic

Boycott of the Super Bowl

SUPER BOWL SUNDAY 1999

It all started when the stupid Palmolive spilled all over below our sink...

Emily, avoiding work at all costs, decided to take care of the situation.

Ever start something you didn't want to finish?

It was all downhill from there. Doing laundry inspired a reorginization of Emily's fullest drawer.

What a genius idea.

All this hard work made us hungry. Unfortunately, it being Super Bowl Sunday, Pizza Hut just didn't have time for us. Domino's would have to do.

Food was good but filling.

With the good luck and bright ideas we had been having the food was also messy.

Emily managed to kick the pizza over.

Not only were we boycotting the Supabluhh (as super-retard-Lea said), but the main components of Super Bowl, too: boys.

Lea decided that good old Dr. Pepper was all the man she would ever need and decided to snuggle up.

After all this bad luck we really should have just sat down and done all the reading we had to do.

Even that didn't work... but we did learn how to get our crush to call.

All in all, our boycott of the Super Bowl was a smashing success. Well, not really. Maybe we just asked the 8-ball first, like we usually do.

The 8-ball, in retrospect, said we should have just sucked it up and gone out with the guys.