Probably. Just thought it sounded good.
RIP Ole Miss football.
Ha! That would be super impressive.
Decker is the xxxx Buckeye drafted
Forgot a placeholder. :)
What a horrible thing to wake up to! He was one of my favorite players on that Buckeye team that brought many happy memories. RIP.
Why is it your opinion that "he used Ohio State"? Did you expect him to be an assistant forever and not aspire to be a head coach?
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We reserved one last night.
I don't think I'd watch football anymore.
Looking at some of this stuff makes me feel embarrassed when any of the three stock photo sites I sell on turn down a submission. That said, iStock hasn't turned one down yet.
I have a 2012 Arctic Edition. I don't take the Freedom Top (writing that makes me cringe) off as often as I should.
Cross-eyed Mary and Hymn 43 are two of my favorite songs. I have a tendency to use the replay button for both when either comes on the stereo while I'm driving.
I ride from time to time. Don't trust my skills on single track, but I'm in SoCal and unskilled riders can kill themselves in the mountains easily. I have a mid price Marin with no place to store it. It sits outside and components rust. I have a tire that keeps going flat and trying to figure out why.
Yeah... Mine is a GSD mix.
Sorry for your loss.
Put a smile on my face.
I have a great 11 year old distinguished lady who goes absolutely berserk if I'm gone just a few hours. I was in the field for 11 hours yesterday, and the homecoming was 5 minutes of crazy running around, whimpering with excitement, and full body tail wagging. I greatly fear the day, which will come too soon, that I don't have that to look forward to when I come home.
He probably has a name that obfuscates his location, and makes up shit about his life to throw you off the trail...
The butler did it. It's always the butler.
They probably know how to spell the word "fail" by now. I'll at least give them that.
I was being rebellious. I wasn't allowed to have that album, but I worked and had money so I bought it anyway. Listened to it on my Walkman in my room with the door closed.
My parents were clearly correct. I turned out so badly...
I'm pretty sure it was this. I was 14.
They should do one on his wife. I could imagine her talking about her diary, and perhaps reading the entry from her first date with Bert, which probably went something like:
He embraced me with his big burley arms. I tried to resist, but resistance was futile. His mass surrounded me like I was prey for a giant amoeba. His breath smelled of stale Cheetos and Boone's Farm.
The eternal husky frat boy.