My continuing paid psychological breakdown disguised as a writing career passed an important landmark this week, when I gave my cat $50 and asked him to bet on the Superbowl.
This cat got scratch
Along the way he battles dream interpretation, disproves fortune telling, and enters an all-or-nothing Quarterback Cagematch. Go read it, and if you're reading this Saints, go win so I look slightly less crazy!
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