Dear friends,
I am sorry that so many of you were distressed and upset by the Browns content of #73 Lasagna. Just remember that, after a Steelers game, you are not on the floor in the fetal position wearing a Bubby Brister jersey lamenting the fact that you have never seen your team win a Super Bowl.
Let’s have some empathy, people.
Here is Cleve trying his hardest to return the favor. Although that smile is veering on a grimace.
Dear Dad,
I thought that you would be more accepting. Alas, Cleve and I must again hide our forbidden love from an uncaring and ununderstanding world.
Love,
Emily
P.S. Are we still invited to Thanksgiving?
Emily
By now you are probably packed and on your way so. . . okay.
Drive carefully, sweetie.
Your loving and ever so understanding father.
Emily,
You fallen angel! I can hold my tongue no longer. Being “bi-franchised” is a sin against nature and all of Steeler-kind. You have broken the First Commandment: “The Steelers are thy team. Thou shalt not worship false football teams before thee.” You are hereby condemned to a life of fan mediocrity until such time as you again praise the almighty black and gold. You should be ASHAMED!!!!!!
Love,
Dad
I support you, and your bi-franchise-ness. I don’t judge.
Nuthin’ but love… and tasty lasagna.