Uh oh; the thoughts are piling up again, crying for release before an aneurysm rears its ugly head. Please indulge these opinions, and agree or disagree; let’s just be thankful we live in a great nation where we’re free to hate the person that expresses them.

• I feel justified in filing a mega lawsuit against Walmart after getting home to discover I had again accidentally bought “low-sodium” V8 Juice. Salt is largely what makes V8 delicious, fat is what makes premium ice cream satisfying, and caffeine is the only thing that makes coffee necessary.

I’m sick of paying for these products, only to later learn what I purchased contains precious little of these vital ingredients. There will be additional pain-and-suffering damages — and sans tort reform, I’m thinking like … I don’t know, $50 million maybe — for the anguish of rushing home for a fix of the coffee I craved, only to find the bag contained “whole beans” rather than ground.

They flagrantly display these similar but diametrically-opposed products pretty much in the exact same wrappers, at the same price on the same shelf, thus tricking us into taking home some inferior knock-off meant for jokers still foolishly clinging to some New Year’s resolution. I’m mad as hell and I’m not going to take it anymore!

• If you’ve not yet discovered the diamond-in-the-rough show “30 Rock,” I implore you to do so. Just when I thought nothing could ever again make me giggle like a schoolgirl as the Seinfeld crew did, I stumbled onto Liz Lemon, Jack Donaghy, Kenneth Parcell and the entire hilarious gang.

I’ll not waste time with plot lines, but an example of the insightful epiphanies this wonderful show lends, I offer this example. When Jack (Alec Baldwin) becomes convinced the spirit of his deceased friend/mentor resides in a live peacock left to him in the will, he asks child-like gopher Kenneth if he thought it possible.

Kenneth’s answer was so incredibly poignant: “Mr. Donaghy sir, I believe there are many things in this world we will never understand — like the afterlife and how bread turns into toast.” It’s funny because it’s true.

• I wouldn’t blame you a bit for not trusting me at this point on football predictions, since my last projections had the Ravens and 49ers victorious. In my defense though, I last-minute switched my NFC bet to the Giants. And although Baltimore lost a close one, my Ravens +7 points wager was a pointspread winner.

So when I now insist the Patriots will win Sunday 40-34 in overtime — you heard me correctly, in OT, which I plan on betting will occur at 10-1 odds — you will surely scoff. But before you get all scoffy, I recently dreamed the Giants were ahead 31-27 with four minutes left in the game. However, I was prematurely awakened by my dog Trinity shoving his big head under my couch pillow, lobbying for a 10 a.m. breakfast.

But through a projection process you would never understand, I have deduced that after my dream ended, the Giants kicked a field goal to increase their lead to seven, after which Brady led the Patriots downfield and ex-Chadron running back Danny Woodhead punched it in for the tying TD. A Brady to Green-Ellis pass wins it by six in overtime.

(*My predictions are for entertainment purposes only and in no way condone gambling. Please do not rush out to make a wager based on these calculations).

Even though records show Obama had never even hinted of such a thing, I trust my friends who extrapolated — much like my football projections — what was about to come down. So I’m just guessing that after three years of this assault on our Second Amendment rights, it must be a bleak time for the NRA, competitive target shooters and hunters everywhere. Sadly, there are probably a lot of empty freezers tonight.

Want another four years of Obama? Sure, but prepare to kiss your right to worship goodbye!

And with that, I shall bid you goodbye. Relax. Take a nap and don’t feel guilty about it. Have a frothy beverage — might I recommend a V8 with all the salt intact — and enjoy the Super Bowl. Live, love and laugh like there’s no tomorrow, because after 12/21 of this year, there obviously won’t be.