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Be patient. It'll happen. The line between porn and academia is as thin and fragile as a 10 year old condom.
Yes, let's get moving. I'll text Thorn and maybe we can jump start this thing to end today.
te, E. Sanders, D. Johnson
Should be some good karma in it for you. Maybe there won't be any money, but when you die, on your deathbed, you will receive total consciousness.
Aren' they all injured??Look on our works, ye nerdies and despair!
QB: Luck, Kaepernick, Geno Smith, Gabbert, Fitzpatrick
RB: Bush, Bradshaw, Ivory, LaMike James, Knile Davis, LaRod Steve-Howling
WR: Tavon Austin, Shorts, Golden Ta
TE: Gronkowski, Housler, H. Miller
DEF: Cards, Phins, Jags
K: Henery, Succop-til-you-hiccup
/homer alert
Aren' they all injured??Look on our works, ye nerdies and despair!
QB: Luck, Kaepernick, Geno Smith, Gabbert, Fitzpatrick
RB: Bush, Bradshaw, Ivory, LaMike James, Knile Davis, LaRod Steve-Howling
WR: Tavon Austin, Shorts, Golden Ta
TE: Gronkowski, Housler, H. Miller
DEF: Cards, Phins, Jags
K: Henery, Succop-til-you-hiccup
WHAT COULD GO WRONG?
Gronk:
Hot date with Uni tomorrow night. Taking him to see the Kurt Viles (GM>hey).
Maybe catch the Monday night special at a local adult establishment afterward?
Not really. If you take me a strip club I will murder you.
Yeah, this seems very nice. TCU's best defender is out the first two games as a bonus.
If we skip here, can we wait until Sept 4 for final cutdowns? That's when the real 24th round value will present itself.
Hot date with Uni tomorrow night. Taking him to see the Kurt Viles (GM>hey).
Maybe catch the Monday night special at a local adult establishment afterward?
Not really. If you take me a strip club I will murder you.
I'm so disappointed in you.
One of the smartest things I've done in awhile is not drink on Sundays. Of course football is coming up and that is going out the window. Feel pretty good right now.
Nice work GB. I would like to know more details on the incident however. Did you dive across the street knocking them to safety or did you simply give the pick up truck a stiff arm stopping it in its place?
Those suck and I don't miss them. Thanks be to God for that sinus surgery I had.
You should probably just, you know, take it out. Let the ladies know that you're down with the scene.
Yeah but it's worse than dealing with the mafia. Paybacks are a #####.God did your surgery? Damn, brother. You got some pull.
It's funny how life works, you know? On Saturday, my ex-BIL sent me a text and invited me to a Timbers soccer game. I almost never see him anymore and that night, my wife and I were to go over to my parents for dinner in an attempt to reconcile our relationship and become a happy family again. We used to get together every week for family dinners. We haven't been together as a family in many months. My mother hasn't even seen my daughter walk yet. It really breaks my heart because as kooky as she is, I love my mom. But man, I really wanted to go to the Timbers game and while I was eager to meet with my folks to smooth things over, I knew we could do it on Sunday and so I checked with my mom and wife and they both said go to the game, Greg (my ex-BIL) could really use an old friend. So really, I wasn't even supposed to be out and about Saturday night, but I was and because I was, I am reasonably certain I saved two young people from being obliterated by a speeding truck.
"I accidentally dropped a roofie in X's smoker on the roofy."3 definitions for roofy, 2 pages worth for roofie.
Definitely. I bet he'd have done it.It's funny how life works, you know? On Saturday, my ex-BIL sent me a text and invited me to a Timbers soccer game. I almost never see him anymore and that night, my wife and I were to go over to my parents for dinner in an attempt to reconcile our relationship and become a happy family again. We used to get together every week for family dinners. We haven't been together as a family in many months. My mother hasn't even seen my daughter walk yet. It really breaks my heart because as kooky as she is, I love my mom. But man, I really wanted to go to the Timbers game and while I was eager to meet with my folks to smooth things over, I knew we could do it on Sunday and so I checked with my mom and wife and they both said go to the game, Greg (my ex-BIL) could really use an old friend. So really, I wasn't even supposed to be out and about Saturday night, but I was and because I was, I am reasonably certain I saved two young people from being obliterated by a speeding truck.
But that's not all. I'm going to Guster the ever loving hell out of this. I agreed to meet my BIL at a tavern across the street from the stadium. I rode the light rail into town, walked to the tavern, ordered a pop from the bartender and waited for Greg. He showed up a few minutes later, got a beer from the bartender and we looked for an open table. It was packed. I spotted the only open table which was still cluttered with dishes and beers, but the previous patrons were gone. We sat down. The waitress was miffed that we had sat down in her section, had already secured our beers (she couldn't believe that we paid for our beers at the bar and was visibly pissed that she wasn't going to receive tip revenue from the $3 Rolling Rocks we bought) and when I told her we'd order a few more through her, demanded that I give her my license. She was weird. Me being me, I of course left my license with her after closing out our $6 tab and didn't realize it until we were in the beer line, inside the Timber's stadium. Not wanting to let my beer buzz get the better of me and forget about my license entirely, I told Greg that I would run back over to the tavern and get it....what if I get carded? I am awfully boyish. Were it not for that snarky waitress and my terrible memory, a very nice young couple might very well have died on Saturday night.
The Timbers' stadium is a thing of beauty. It's right in the heart of downtown Portland, with light rail feeding it and a pretty busy, four-lane Burnside street running east/west. It was here on the corner of 20th and Burnside that I waited for the light to change so I could cross, run into the tavern and retrieve my license. Cars were racing by as dozens of pedestrians lined up on both sides to cross. Timbers' games are always sold out and there's a ton of activity around the stadium. Burnside can be a real bear to cross and you'd be a damned fool to attempt it without using a pedestrian crossing. As I waited for the light to change, a young couple came up behind me and to my right. They were very into their conversation and not really paying too much attention to the street traffic. They were obviously focused in on themselves and as soon as the walk sign came on, they darted out into the street.
Now I've lived here long enough to know that darting into the street just because the walk sign is on is a dangerous thing to do. As I've told my sons countless times, 'HEAD ON A SWIVEL'....So I looked to my left before putting a foot in the street. And when I did, I saw a small pickup truck speeding through the intersection without any intention of braking. Speed limit is 35, but this guy was zooming. The young couple was three steps into his lane. I started screaming like a lunatic "STOP!!!! STOP!!!!!!! STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And they stopped, jumped back and the truck swerved at the last second to miss them. Had they not altered course, they were toast. They both thanked me profusely, we gave each other high fives and I raced off to get my license. I was shaking. The bouncer at the bar across the street saw the whole thing. When I walked past him, he looked me dead in the eye, put his hands about a foot apart and said to me "Dude, it was THAT close". And I said "I know" and just kept walking. The girl was kinda cute. I don't remember a thing about the guy. I should have probably asked for a handie.
Anyone interested in trading us a QB that 1) does not have a week 10 bye week and 2) is likely to be playing in week 10 unless broken?Tiger Fan said:
Definitely. I bet he'd have done it.It's funny how life works, you know? On Saturday, my ex-BIL sent me a text and invited me to a Timbers soccer game. I almost never see him anymore and that night, my wife and I were to go over to my parents for dinner in an attempt to reconcile our relationship and become a happy family again. We used to get together every week for family dinners. We haven't been together as a family in many months. My mother hasn't even seen my daughter walk yet. It really breaks my heart because as kooky as she is, I love my mom. But man, I really wanted to go to the Timbers game and while I was eager to meet with my folks to smooth things over, I knew we could do it on Sunday and so I checked with my mom and wife and they both said go to the game, Greg (my ex-BIL) could really use an old friend. So really, I wasn't even supposed to be out and about Saturday night, but I was and because I was, I am reasonably certain I saved two young people from being obliterated by a speeding truck.
But that's not all. I'm going to Guster the ever loving hell out of this. I agreed to meet my BIL at a tavern across the street from the stadium. I rode the light rail into town, walked to the tavern, ordered a pop from the bartender and waited for Greg. He showed up a few minutes later, got a beer from the bartender and we looked for an open table. It was packed. I spotted the only open table which was still cluttered with dishes and beers, but the previous patrons were gone. We sat down. The waitress was miffed that we had sat down in her section, had already secured our beers (she couldn't believe that we paid for our beers at the bar and was visibly pissed that she wasn't going to receive tip revenue from the $3 Rolling Rocks we bought) and when I told her we'd order a few more through her, demanded that I give her my license. She was weird. Me being me, I of course left my license with her after closing out our $6 tab and didn't realize it until we were in the beer line, inside the Timber's stadium. Not wanting to let my beer buzz get the better of me and forget about my license entirely, I told Greg that I would run back over to the tavern and get it....what if I get carded? I am awfully boyish. Were it not for that snarky waitress and my terrible memory, a very nice young couple might very well have died on Saturday night.
The Timbers' stadium is a thing of beauty. It's right in the heart of downtown Portland, with light rail feeding it and a pretty busy, four-lane Burnside street running east/west. It was here on the corner of 20th and Burnside that I waited for the light to change so I could cross, run into the tavern and retrieve my license. Cars were racing by as dozens of pedestrians lined up on both sides to cross. Timbers' games are always sold out and there's a ton of activity around the stadium. Burnside can be a real bear to cross and you'd be a damned fool to attempt it without using a pedestrian crossing. As I waited for the light to change, a young couple came up behind me and to my right. They were very into their conversation and not really paying too much attention to the street traffic. They were obviously focused in on themselves and as soon as the walk sign came on, they darted out into the street.
Now I've lived here long enough to know that darting into the street just because the walk sign is on is a dangerous thing to do. As I've told my sons countless times, 'HEAD ON A SWIVEL'....So I looked to my left before putting a foot in the street. And when I did, I saw a small pickup truck speeding through the intersection without any intention of braking. Speed limit is 35, but this guy was zooming. The young couple was three steps into his lane. I started screaming like a lunatic "STOP!!!! STOP!!!!!!! STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And they stopped, jumped back and the truck swerved at the last second to miss them. Had they not altered course, they were toast. They both thanked me profusely, we gave each other high fives and I raced off to get my license. I was shaking. The bouncer at the bar across the street saw the whole thing. When I walked past him, he looked me dead in the eye, put his hands about a foot apart and said to me "Dude, it was THAT close". And I said "I know" and just kept walking. The girl was kinda cute. I don't remember a thing about the guy. I should have probably asked for a handie.
