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Walt Patulski(even at his age)>Maybin

Beadle rocks my world! Gorgeous, fun, smart, humorous- and you can talk sports with her when you are done banging her. She is one of my favorites!

wow that West Main St address is less then 5 miles from where I live

agreed. I would bet the farm on the over! We will sweep Miami and blow out Cincy, Oakland, and the Redskins. And this team will upset some good teams and lose some heartbreakers. My prediction and I am willing to put cash on it

We were watching across the sound and that was a good 3+ hour light show! Incrredible! These clouds were headed your way-

talk to me after the season. I forgot about how bad the Redskins are. It will be a two team race for Luck

The Bengals are horrible and will be lucky to win two games this year IMO. Luck is the best QB prospect since Peyton and can't miss IMO. I would do whatever I could to get that Bengals first pick. We don't have much of value to trade. I am a big Lee Evans fan and the Bengals have a need at WR (and everywhere else). What about swapping first round picks with the Bengals and adding Lee Evans? That would give us the best shot at Luck and our WR's would still be Johnson, Nelson, Easley, Jones, Roscoe, Roosevelt- not to mention Brad Smith and CJ. What other team in the running for the Luck sweepstakes besides Cincy? The trade is an unprecedented gamble with little to lose and huge upside. Cincy would probaly be insulted. Do you think Cincy would go for it?

Bengals are our biggest competition for Luck. They also drafted Andy Dalton in the first round last year and have glaring needs everywhere besides AJ Green. I think the Bills are going to return to sub-mediocrity and win 6 games or so. That would cost us Luck. Nothing worse then submediocrity!

Bob Dylan and Woody Guthrie are two of the greatest American storytellers ever. This is a beautiful Dylan poem about Woody. Right on! When yer head gets twisted and yer mind grows numb When you think you're too old, too young, too smart or too dumb When yer laggin' behind an' losin' yer pace In a slow-motion crawl of life's busy race No matter what yer doing if you start givin' up If the wine don't come to the top of yer cup If the wind's got you sideways with with one hand holdin' on And the other starts slipping and the feeling is gone And yer train engine fire needs a new spark to catch it And the wood's easy findin' but yer lazy to fetch it And yer sidewalk starts curlin' and the street gets too long And you start walkin' backwards though you know its wrong And lonesome comes up as down goes the day And tomorrow's mornin' seems so far away And you feel the reins from yer pony are slippin' And yer rope is a-slidin' 'cause yer hands are a-drippin' And yer sun-decked desert and evergreen valleys Turn to broken down slums and trash-can alleys And yer sky cries water and yer drain pipe's a-pourin' And the lightnin's a-flashing and the thunder's a-crashin' And the windows are rattlin' and breakin' and the roof tops a-shakin' And yer whole world's a-slammin' and bangin' And yer minutes of sun turn to hours of storm And to yourself you sometimes say "I never knew it was gonna be this way Why didn't they tell me the day I was born" And you start gettin' chills and yer jumping from sweat And you're lookin' for somethin' you ain't quite found yet And yer knee-deep in the dark water with yer hands in the air And the whole world's a-watchin' with a window peek stare And yer good gal leaves and she's long gone a-flying And yer heart feels sick like fish when they're fryin' And yer jackhammer falls from yer hand to yer feet And you need it badly but it lays on the street And yer bell's bangin' loudly but you can't hear its beat And you think yer ears might a been hurt Or yer eyes've turned filthy from the sight-blindin' dirt And you figured you failed in yesterdays rush When you were faked out an' fooled white facing a four flush And all the time you were holdin' three queens And it's makin you mad, it's makin' you mean Like in the middle of Life magazine Bouncin' around a pinball machine And there's something on yer mind you wanna be saying That somebody someplace oughta be hearin' But it's trapped on yer tongue and sealed in yer head And it bothers you badly when your layin' in bed And no matter how you try you just can't say it And yer scared to yer soul you just might forget it And yer eyes get swimmy from the tears in yer head And yer pillows of feathers turn to blankets of lead And the lion's mouth opens and yer staring at his teeth And his jaws start closin with you underneath And yer flat on your belly with yer hands tied behind And you wish you'd never taken that last detour sign And you say to yourself just what am I doin' On this road I'm walkin', on this trail I'm turnin' On this curve I'm hanging On this pathway I'm strolling, in the space I'm taking In this air I'm inhaling Am I mixed up too much, am I mixed up too hard Why am I walking, where am I running What am I saying, what am I knowing On this guitar I'm playing, on this banjo I'm frailin' On this mandolin I'm strummin', in the song I'm singin' In the tune I'm hummin', in the words I'm writin' In the words that I'm thinkin' In this ocean of hours I'm all the time drinkin' Who am I helping, what am I breaking What am I giving, what am I taking But you try with your whole soul best Never to think these thoughts and never to let Them kind of thoughts gain ground Or make yer heart pound But then again you know why they're around Just waiting for a chance to slip and drop down "Cause sometimes you hear'em when the night times comes creeping And you fear that they might catch you a-sleeping And you jump from yer bed, from yer last chapter of dreamin' And you can't remember for the best of yer thinking If that was you in the dream that was screaming And you know that it's something special you're needin' And you know that there's no drug that'll do for the healin' And no liquor in the land to stop yer brain from bleeding And you need something special Yeah, you need something special all right You need a fast flyin' train on a tornado track To shoot you someplace and shoot you back You need a cyclone wind on a stream engine howler That's been banging and booming and blowing forever That knows yer troubles a hundred times over You need a Greyhound bus that don't bar no race That won't laugh at yer looks Your voice or your face And by any number of bets in the book Will be rollin' long after the bubblegum craze You need something to open up a new door To show you something you seen before But overlooked a hundred times or more You need something to open your eyes You need something to make it known That it's you and no one else that owns That spot that yer standing, that space that you're sitting That the world ain't got you beat That it ain't got you licked It can't get you crazy no matter how many Times you might get kicked You need something special all right You need something special to give you hope But hope's just a word That maybe you said or maybe you heard On some windy corner 'round a wide-angled curve But that's what you need man, and you need it bad And yer trouble is you know it too good "Cause you look an' you start getting the chills "Cause you can't find it on a dollar bill And it ain't on Macy's window sill And it ain't on no rich kid's road map And it ain't in no fat kid's fraternity house And it ain't made in no Hollywood wheat germ And it ain't on that dimlit stage With that half-wit comedian on it Ranting and raving and taking yer money And you thinks it's funny No you can't find it in no night club or no yacht club And it ain't in the seats of a supper club And sure as hell you're bound to tell That no matter how hard you rub You just ain't a-gonna find it on yer ticket stub No, and it ain't in the rumors people're tellin' you And it ain't in the pimple-lotion people are sellin' you And it ain't in no cardboard-box house Or down any movie star's blouse And you can't find it on the golf course And Uncle Remus can't tell you and neither can Santa Claus And it ain't in the cream puff hair-do or cotton candy clothes And it ain't in the dime store dummies or bubblegum goons And it ain't in the marshmallow noises of the chocolate cake voices That come knockin' and tappin' in Christmas wrappin' Sayin' ain't I pretty and ain't I cute and look at my skin Look at my skin shine, look at my skin glow Look at my skin laugh, look at my skin cry When you can't even sense if they got any insides These people so pretty in their ribbons and bows No you'll not now or no other day Find it on the doorsteps made out-a paper mache¥ And inside it the people made of molasses That every other day buy a new pair of sunglasses And it ain't in the fifty-star generals and flipped-out phonies Who'd turn yuh in for a tenth of a penny Who breathe and burp and bend and crack And before you can count from one to ten Do it all over again but this time behind yer back My friend The ones that wheel and deal and whirl and twirl And play games with each other in their sand-box world And you can't find it either in the no-talent fools That run around gallant And make all rules for the ones that got talent And it ain't in the ones that ain't got any talent but think they do And think they're foolin' you The ones who jump on the wagon Just for a while 'cause they know it's in style To get their kicks, get out of it quick And make all kinds of money and chicks And you yell to yourself and you throw down yer hat Sayin', "Christ do I gotta be like that Ain't there no one here that knows where I'm at Ain't there no one here that knows how I feel Good God Almighty THAT STUFF AIN'T REAL" No but that ain't yer game, it ain't even yer race You can't hear yer name, you can't see yer face You gotta look some other place And where do you look for this hope that yer seekin' Where do you look for this lamp that's a-burnin' Where do you look for this oil well gushin' Where do you look for this candle that's glowin' Where do you look for this hope that you know is there And out there somewhere And your feet can only walk down two kinds of roads Your eyes can only look through two kinds of windows Your nose can only smell two kinds of hallways You can touch and twist And turn two kinds of doorknobs You can either go to the church of your choice Or you can go to Brooklyn State Hospital You'll find God in the church of your choice You'll find Woody Guthrie in Brooklyn State Hospital And though it's only my opinion I may be right or wrong You'll find them both In the Grand Canyon At sundown

I have, thank you very much. I just wanted to hear an ATF opinion. I phone many agencies and representatives frequently Simple question. And I am not trolling. I would like to hear your opinion on Ruby Ridge and asked nicely

Could you please ask your BATF friends why it is illegal for me to make my own bourbon for my own personal consumption? I know it was illegal to home brew beer until Jimmy Carter. It just seems like an archaic law to me

Can you justify Ruby Ridge?

Waco was most defintely !@#$ed up. It is something I expect in Burma, but not in the "land of the free". Ruby Ridge was another assault on our civil liberties and "freedom" as was Sacco and Vinzetti. I could go on and on...

great story!

It does sound like the Omen. Something is shady though. How do you commit suicide bound and gagged? The investigation seems inept. If the CEO had nothing to do with the death of his girl my heart breaks for the guy. To have his son die while he was grieving is brutal and cruel

Look up 9/11. By your logic- should we.buy police next generation fighter jets?

ultimate summer anthem. "When the weather is nice, you got women, women on your mind. Have a drink, have a drive, go out and see what you can find" this song always makes me feel so happy. What a beautiful guitar solo in it

What's that? That I would rather have tax dollars spent on education, health care, infrastructure, environment, etc - then have money wasted policing us with armored tanks. How radiical

Darwin award candidate

an absolute waste of tax dollars for a frivolous militant item. No wonder this country is broke

Define new. One current band I have been listening to is The Black Keys. That is a good start

Suh and Willis are no brainers

million dollar margarita or a frozen mudslide

Did he hold on and make the catch?

That song doesn't make me cry- it makes me furious!