What this is about is
It's Cousin Itt!!! I.shit.you.not. There I was, just sitting there all minding my own business and cheering the team on and I looked down and WHOA! WHEN.THE.FUCK DID COUSIN ITT GET HERE? And also, why did no one tell me? I squealed out in excitement, "Itt's here!!!!"
And my husband was all, "What?"
ITT - ITT'S HERE - I am not even kidding about this shit - look - there ITT is!!!
"That's Crystal Gayle," he argued.
THAT IS NOT CRYSTAL GAYLE - she has black hair - THAT is ITT!!!
"Maybe she bleached her hair, you're not a real blonde either."
I AM a real blonde fucker - bite your tongue in public, everyone knows I'm a real blonde and that is NOT Crystal Gayle - it is Cousin ITT - ask Itt. I dare you!
Finally the game ended and we had to leave and I didn't get a chance to see if Itt had on sunglasses or not, but I KNEW it was Itt. At dinner, I asked Daughter #1 who's mother Itt was and she was all, "Jesus Mother - you're mean, but that was nasty." Who is the mean one here? You tell me. I was not being critical, I just wanted to get Itt's autograph.
Maybe at the next game because something tells me Itt won't be getting itt's hair cut anytime soon.