Oh shit, I wish those Steelers played every night because my boss Kim and Eleanore are entertaining the everloving piss out of me, watching their little game feed on the computer.

And then Eleanore gets angry and starts yelling, “You fucking r****ds!

You fucking pop-eyed Tomlin!” and I don’t know who she’s talking about but it’s making my chest hurt from laughing-strain.

Kim just jumped up and almost missed her chair when she went to sit back down.

Football rules. At work, at least.