Yeah, for takeout. I'll have the combination Lo Mein with an order of the crab rangoons. But I don't want any sweet and sour sauce with that though. 15 minutes? Good.
330. Where the rest of you at?
(Good god. I felt stupid just typing that. Akron sucks so much.)
This GIF is actually of Joe Flacco reading the NFL rule book after they change defensive Pass Interference to only a 15-yard penalty.
I wore #82,075 in every sport because I was born on August 20th, 1975.
"Hey, Honey. How about this one for our family Christmas Card photo?"
Gimme a couple a pulls on some of that good old corn liquor, and I'd do it.
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What the hell? C'mon, folks. I don't see any scallops or any squid on the grill. No octopus either. And where is the side of sea urchin sushi? If you're going to a Japanese restaurant, do it right! Eat some weird, crazy shit that turns out to be unbelievably delicious. That dressing on the salad is off the charts. Anyone else eat their salad with chopsticks? I know where I'm going this weekend. Droooolllll....
Hell yes you did. So did I. I was at both playoff games. That AFC Title Game against Baltimore was the most violent game I have ever seen. I can still hear the sickening crack of helmets from Clark almost killing McGahee. You could hear it above 66,000 people screaming up in the last row with that frozen wind howling through the metal fence everyone was rattling and pounding on. The stadium was no shit moving when Troy picked off Flacco and scored with 4 min. left. A lifetime of Steelers and Buckeyes has so far been fairly rewarding, to say the least. (No DV's, Browns/Bengals fans, as I'm NOT a shit-talker on your teams!)
But yeah, love the idea of them doing this for the Bucks this year. Gonna be spending some cash!
Well, no. No it isn't. I really don't give a squirt of stale piss about Harbaugh, but WINNING a championship game is not a "runner-up award." They finished first in the NFC. He got that runner up award for an entirely different title game exactly two weeks AFTER winning a championship. And no, nobody said an NFC title equals a World Title. But winning the George Halas Trophy isn't a joke, either. I've coached here in Ohio for a long time, and I can tell you that the real men in my profession never disparage another's hardware earned on the field. But if you've never coached, then I don't blame you for not seeing it my way. (In case someone DV's you, I guarantee it wasn't me).
He has one title. One. The 2012 NFC Championship, which isn't the absolute top of the heap, but it's still a BIG deal. He's not in the same universe as our guy, but let's not act like an NFC Championship is irrelevant or is "nothing."
Well, it looks like they need to get the dogshit kicked out of them again, then. They better hope they don't make the playoffs this year.
Not sure why in the hell the LA Lakers and Calgary Flames need football helmets, but whatever. And I can't even imagine the level of drunken, psychotic rage that would be unleashed if the Packers and/or Steelers ever put these on. Those two fanbases are big and insane enough to have members that actually might literally kill the designer.
Eh, buddy. Looks like you're trying to make some friends, guy.
Can he sing? Because I hear there's a casting call on Broadway for "Butt Fumble: The Musical." Apparently, they are also looking for a teen to co-star as the main character's love interest.
Don't forget the part where it's all about TV ratings and money, so the refs were ordered by the NCAA to overlook holding so that they can maximize profits by keeping OSU on track to be gifted an undeserved spot in the playoffs over multiple, more deserving teams.
I like this. Some people are so gifted that they can think and see in complete masterpieces. Every minute detail in motion slows down for them and they are able to craft their vision and thought into a brilliant series of tangible actions. Frederic Chopin was one of these geniuses. It is becoming apparent that we may have another in our midst, writing and conducting his own symphonic masterpiece in his own medium. I submit to you all the work of Urban Frank Meyer.
Ahh, the mid to late 1990's! The good old glory days up there. Michigan and grossly outdated nostalgia go together like peanut butter and jelly on stale bread that costs a wooden nickel and tastes best while listening to your favorite tune on a phonograph and perusing the Sears and Roebuck catalog.
"Esther, they used yo face to cut out gorilla cookies."
(I almost shit my pants laughing at that one.)
If they get through September unscathed, then they obviously have the Heisman winner on roster.
You ever make Ramen with no seasoning packet and the water drained, with just butter and Frank's Red Hot?
(I ain't gonna lie..I've been so wasted that I've just taken the solid, uncooked brick of noodles and ate it straight up, too.)
The Gang Gets Whacked and The Cereal Defense/Trial were both pretty good. Eating cereal and rear-ending someone in a car becomes a referendum on evolution.
I get it. They're just mad that the hill they skied on wasn't nearly as steep or challenging as the one you were on, or that none of their partners in their group were as good as or pushed them as hard as yours did.
Oh, no doubt. The worst part is when your hairy behind keeps getting in the way! Move it, dude!!
(Sorry, I just couldn't resist making wisecracks.)