The road to recovery is usually a path littered with empty beer bottles and Doritos bags, and today was no different.  There is a reason that God put lots of NFL football on TV on Sunday - its so everyone can recover gracefully from Saturday night.  Hey, just because we live in a trailer park on public assistance doesn't mean we're any different than the rest of America.  We can "power lounge" just a good as all the middle class suburbanites - probably better since we don't have jobs we get to practice on weekdays!

So here's how it works - trust us - we're professionals.  We get up and rake last night's empties from the front room linoleum, open the release valve on the sewage storage tank, check the propane level in both bottles (yep - we have TWO propane tanks baby!) and then head out for breakfast burritos at Taco Bell.  While we're out we swap a few food stamps for cash in the alley behind the methadone clinic, stop by the liqour store to replenish the beer stock and use the rest of our stamps to replenish the Doritos and frozen pizza stock.  After that it's home to pay careful and close attention to all of the NFL games.

Look, why wouldn't everybody wanna watch 300+ pound millionaires that can't consistently spell their names crash into each other?  Besides, every once in awhile one of them does something REALLY exciting - like running a dog fighting operation for extra cash because his $22 million bonus from the NFL isn't enough to really live the high life.  Come on, you gotta admit it, this is much more exciting than guessing which degenerate will get to raise Brittany Spears' litter.  And the best part about twelve straight hours of football on Sunday TV?  It's that we get another four hours at a bar somewhere on Monday night!  See you then...

      
You can't buy beer with food stamps - cash only!                                Twelve hours straight - it's a gift from God!

      
Kevin- Carefully watching the Raiders lose - AGAIN!                 Stacy - watching the night game from the hot tub.