Our traditional Super Bowl party left me in sad shape yesterday. Who would have known drinking beers, and doing shots of whisky would make you feel like ass the next day. And on top of that, I had to shovel snow. Nothing like almost throwing up, and trying to shovel fucking snow all over the place. I actually thought about taking a nap in a snow bank. Feeling better today though, and now I can see the back of my car. Woo Hoo! --Jay D.