A bet's a bet and since your team lost last year, you have to hold up your end of the bet. The problem is that you still have no idea what that is. After a year of me rubbing it in your face that you lost, you're finally here at my Super Bowl party. You're going to be serving my guests in a uniform that I've picked out just for you. You're horrified when I pull out panties, a bra, hosiery, high heels and lipstick but there's no backing out.

I write "SLUT" in lipstick on your forehead and snap some pics. If you don't play along, everyone on FB will be seeing you dressed like this. O...

A bet's a bet and since your team lost last year, you have to hold up your end of the bet. The problem is that you still have no idea what that is. After a year of me rubbing it in your face that you lost, you're finally here at my Super Bowl party. You're going to be serving my guests in a uniform that I've picked out just for you. You're horrified when I pull out panties, a bra, hosiery, high heels and lipstick but there's no backing out.

I write "SLUT" in lipstick on your forehead and snap some pics. If you don't play along, everyone on FB will be seeing you dressed like this. Oh and I haven't even gotten to the best part: the guest list! Your secretary, your ex and your neighbor that you flirt with will all be there to enjoy laughing at you. They'll really love the halftime show you have to perform for us too! Get ready to wish you had never made that bet with me!