SOX @ 8.. i should probably be sleeping so i can stay up all night
-Liam
"Sometimes Nothin' Can Be a Real Cool Hand"
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"Sometimes Nothin' Can Be a Real Cool Hand"
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Indi/Tampa Bay game.........one of the top 5 greatest MNF games that I've managed to watch EVER.
I have to say that Indi got lucky on that bogus flag against Rice.
Hatred is gained as much by good works as by evil. - Niccoló Machiavelli
Whenever death may surprise us,
let it be welcome
if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear
and another hand reaches out to take up our arms.
Nobody's gonna miss me, no tears will fall, no ones gonna weap, when i hit that road.
my boots are broken my brain is sore, fer keepin' up with thier little world, i got a heavy load.
gonna leave 'em all just like before, i'm big city bound, your always 17 in your hometown
according to what michaels said the way the rule is written,
he just had to land on his own player for it to be a penalty
my roomate and my reaction to that was
sandman wrote:according to what michaels said the way the rule is written, he just had to land on his own player for it to be a penalty my roomate and my reaction to that was
exactly what I was thinkin too.......i was also thinkin "wait, i can't go take a shit until this is over now"
Hatred is gained as much by good works as by evil. - Niccoló Machiavelli
he could have touched the snapper too. your not suppose to touch him at all.
Whenever death may surprise us,
let it be welcome
if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear
and another hand reaches out to take up our arms.
Nobody's gonna miss me, no tears will fall, no ones gonna weap, when i hit that road.
my boots are broken my brain is sore, fer keepin' up with thier little world, i got a heavy load.
gonna leave 'em all just like before, i'm big city bound, your always 17 in your hometown
hey look man, they deserve to win ok? i hate warren sapp. there i said it.
Whenever death may surprise us,
let it be welcome
if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear
and another hand reaches out to take up our arms.
Nobody's gonna miss me, no tears will fall, no ones gonna weap, when i hit that road.
my boots are broken my brain is sore, fer keepin' up with thier little world, i got a heavy load.
gonna leave 'em all just like before, i'm big city bound, your always 17 in your hometown
and when he caught that touchdown, what a fucking lame ass dance.
got more fat on one finger then a triple meat, triple cheese burger with bacon and jalapenos.
FUCK that sounds good right now.
the burger ass hole not sapp's finger!
Whenever death may surprise us,
let it be welcome
if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear
and another hand reaches out to take up our arms.
Nobody's gonna miss me, no tears will fall, no ones gonna weap, when i hit that road.
my boots are broken my brain is sore, fer keepin' up with thier little world, i got a heavy load.
gonna leave 'em all just like before, i'm big city bound, your always 17 in your hometown
seriously man, i'm fucking starving, and that would be my heaven right now.
Whenever death may surprise us,
let it be welcome
if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear
and another hand reaches out to take up our arms.
Nobody's gonna miss me, no tears will fall, no ones gonna weap, when i hit that road.
my boots are broken my brain is sore, fer keepin' up with thier little world, i got a heavy load.
gonna leave 'em all just like before, i'm big city bound, your always 17 in your hometown
Whenever death may surprise us,
let it be welcome
if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear
and another hand reaches out to take up our arms.
Nobody's gonna miss me, no tears will fall, no ones gonna weap, when i hit that road.
my boots are broken my brain is sore, fer keepin' up with thier little world, i got a heavy load.
gonna leave 'em all just like before, i'm big city bound, your always 17 in your hometown