Peyton Manning won Super Bowl 50. I really, really, reeallllly wanted him to lose. I dislike Manning almost as much as I dislike Tom Brady. It would’ve been nice for Peyton to lose and end his career as a Super Bowl loser.
I’m surprised I didn’t turn the game off immediately after the win was official, and I’m glad I didn’t or I would have missed Peyton being a total fucking shill. What happened to wanting to go to Disneyland? How did “I’m going to Disneyland” become “I’m going to have a Budweiser.”
Also, who the fuck just drinks a Budweiser casually? Maybe if you’re in college and that’s all you could afford (but really, go with Keystone or Natty light).
Here is our Archive of all published Mousebear Comics. Marvel at how terrible the quality used to be (or still is). These are merely cynical musings of two cautiously handsome Schadenfreudes. That’s right, we are increasingly bitterly or sneeringly distrustful, contemptuous, or pessimistic.
We welcome you to our accumulation of visual historical records organized over the lifetime of Mousebear Comedy. These comics have been selected for permanent or long-term preservation on grounds of their enduring personal value.