Upset? I THINK NOT, QUEERS

The dynasty lives, HOMOS! Who won Vinnie's Super-Rigged Super Bowl Pool for Suckers for a third straight time? Oh, that's right! It was me, VINNIE.

I RULE YOU ALL, GAYS!!! YOU CANNOT COMPARE WITH MY INTELLECT AND PREDICTIVE POWERS, AND THAT'S CLEAR. YOU WILL ALL BOW DOWN TO ME AND GIVE ME SEX AND BLOW JOBS AND SUCH, MY MINIONS.

I offered you PRIZES, both material and otherwise, yet I still DOMINATED YOUR WEAK-ASS WEAK ASSES because I'm AWESOME!!!! Instead of posting on this blog or removing one of my posts (YOU'D REALLY LIKE TO REMOVE THIS ONE, HUH, QUEERMO??), you now get Vinnie unabridged for AT LEAST a year because I KNEW that the Giants would win and/or lose by less than 12 points and that the Unders would beat the Overs. You all thought my panting man-lust for high-risk QBs, particularly Eli Manning, was crazy, but clearly, I WAS RIGHT. That means more preachiness, more terrible jokes, more unwarranted bravado... more Vinnie-ness!!!!

(By the way, Pat was the only other person who called the Ginats v. spread and under, so the other five of you--yes, five responses were all I got--suck hardcore, and Pat rules like me. And Tom Petty is a moron because he should have played his first-last in reverse order as I called. "Runnin' Down a Dream" is a perfect opening song, while "American Girl" is a perfect closing song. And yes, I even claim to know Tom Petty's music more than he does.)