…and because I was out drinking a cold one with friends like a REAL goddamn American, I didn’t post about it before the game. But I did receive a couple of submissions related to it in case anyone still cares. For those who do - particularly those who enjoy watching the game and kicking back with friends to eat delicious foods like Frito pie - please do read on.

Granted, at least half of these people sound dumber than a bag of used jock straps, but Michelle’s mommyjacking still kind of comes out of the sidelines left field. An epidural with a side of stadol? Does that get served before or after the crab dip and stuffed potato skins? And why does the “recipe” for a festive Super Bowl party need to coincide with the “recipe” for Michelle’s baby delivery? Something about that leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

(Note: I’m thinking Michelle #1 is making a house out of chili and cheese. A casa con queso?)

YAWWWWN. Get a hobby, Monica. Something other than mommyjacking local television affiliates on their Facebook pages when you’ve exhausted your friends with your baby updates. I’d personally rather chill out with a newborn than visit Super Bowl Village, too, but I don’t go around telling people about it. I’d also rather eat a plate of habaneros or go line dancing than participate in most football-related activities, but I usually choose to keep that information to myself. I guess I assume if it’s off-topic, people probably don’t care. “Did you visit Super Bowl Village?” “No, instead I wasted time on Facebook after staring at my baby for a prolonged period comparable to the length of a televised football game.” “Ah.”

Related: MommyJacking - Super Bowl XLV Edition

(submitted by Anonymous)