Oh, darn. We missed Janet Jackson's tittie. We all had adjourned to the dining room to chow down on Deep-Fried Chicken Cordon Bleu* when Mr. Timberlake stripped Miz Jackson during the traditional overweening extravaganza that passes for entertainment during the half-time interval at the Super Bowl. Our tradition is to turn down the sound and eat something that resembles a meal as opposed to the junk food we've been munching all day. Looking at the pictures, after the fact, it appears to me that we didn't miss much. Miz Janet's breast seems a lot less delectable than the ones we had on our plates.
* A specialty of the mater, who magically produces juicy, cheesy chicken breasts wrapped in bacon and enveloped in airy golden crusts that belie the grease-bombs they truly are.
Sa r'ji�o oss�vel meninonceiv �o poshik m�'�nch uscantebatahla o�r musiu o�r muiko.
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