I hear the sounds of planes, and see them in the sky, with advertisements trailing behind them. All I can think of is how wonderful it would be if two or three of them collided in the air.
My eyes glaze over as I picture the smoking mass of two planes falling toward the Earth, landing on the spectators of the football game who, packed like cattle, are unable to escape their demise.
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That makes you exactly like Brian and I, who often urge to fans of North American football to try a new game of drinking bleach, or swallowing Razor blades.
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