33 Apocalypse Ave., Sunday Evening
Jack had, in fact, NOT put handwavey posters up all over town. He'd stuck up a sign out in the front yard, with balloons on it, though. Good enough, right?
The sign read:
SUPERBOWL PARTY
Tonight. Here. Game time.
Pot luck.
No puking on the carpet.
No gremlins allowed.
Aaaannd... Yeah. After that, he parked his ass in front of the TV. There was cold beer and snacks for anyone who showed up.
[I couldn't let the night go by without one.]
The sign read:
SUPERBOWL PARTY
Tonight. Here. Game time.
Pot luck.
No puking on the carpet.
No gremlins allowed.
Aaaannd... Yeah. After that, he parked his ass in front of the TV. There was cold beer and snacks for anyone who showed up.
[I couldn't let the night go by without one.]