I sent this video to my family and made it clear:
If I ever end up like “Booyah Douche” (above) to pull the plug, turn me to dust and spread me over a stripper runway.
My father wanted to know if I had a strip club preference.
“One where the chicks aren’t cross-dressing gay dudes who double as Packers’ fans,” I said.
He understood. But my mother didn’t.
“What do you mean gay fans,” she wondered.
“Like I said, no strip club or bar where male Packer fans are gay and like sucking on each other’s nipples,” I shouted.
She finally got the idea, thank God.
Now I’m going to the store, grab some brews, make some nacho dip, watch the games and hope like hell I don’t ever become crazy Green Bay Packers’ fan.