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I think it depends on how you view the team. If you think this team is ready to make the playoffs, then you want some insurance at backup QB. Peterman has yet to take a snap in the NFL. If you view this team as 8-8 if everything goes as well, then I agree, why waste a roster spot on Yates?

Be yourself???? That's what got him into this whole f@#$ing mess in the first place. I DO NOT recommend that he be himself in the presence of a woman under any circumstances. Do that s@#$ on your own time!! You may want to pay attention yourself, Jack.

My whole family died at the fair.

If you get nervous, just think about Tyrod Taylor. And if things go really well and you get back to her place and start experiencing a little stage fright, just think of Tyrod Taylor.

Lynn was so impressed with Cardale he gave up a conditional 7th for him.

Is that the helmet that has water inside of it? God in his (or her ) infinite wisdom, saw fit to cover the earth in water for the protection of his most loved creations, mankind. - The Book of Dog 147:87

Educate yourself http://forums.twobillsdrive.com/topic/185710-cte-and-current-bills-players/ My cousin was born with chronic hydro encephalopathy. They detected it with sonar and then drilled a hole in his tiny skull to drain the fluid.

That's not true. You can test for it. Seriously. Pier review is the pillar on which the scientific method stands

At least Tyrod doesn't wear a visor like that walking cancer that was EJ 1992 Ford Escort Manual. How can you lead men through a visor?? And his body language was clinically linked to tumors in lab rats. I can't believe I got suckered into buying 20,000 shares of EJMLL.

Which is why we need preventative testing for CTE. I cannot believe its not part of the physical for all draft eligible players and free agents. The NFL is a ruthless business.

I've ordered it with provolone many times. I prefer it with swiss. DiBella's provolone tastes like nothing. Were I to go out and purchase my own cheese from another store for the express purposes of dressing this sandwich, then I might choose differently. With the options available, I stand by my sub. But why don't you f@#$s go eat a few hundred subs, try all available combinations, and then report back with your findings.

Provolone is the preferred cheese of simps, chuds, and pats fans. Color me not surprised.

Just because the 6 train doesn't go to Flushing does not mean that Gugny shouldn't try the route I suggested.

Di'Bella's godfather sub - sesame roll - spicy ham, capicola, salami - swiss - lettuce, tomato, onion, hot peppers, pickles - mayo, hot mustard, oil

Bleecker Street Pizza for a slice of the Nonna Maria pie. If you're feeling up to it, stop by Xi'an Famous Foods (they have many locations in Manhattan now) for their spicy lamb/beef noodles or the lamb burger. Could swing by the old CBGB for some music nostalgia. Its a John Varvatos store now but some of the original charm is supposedly intact. I highly recommend that any Mets fan takes the John Rocker tour. Hop on the 6 train, saddle up next to someone with AIDS, and enjoy your ride out to Flushing. If you've been to NY every summer for a few years, exploring the boroughs may be in order.

This also sounds made up. Sorry bro, just not buying it.

I'm calling BS on this one too. This sounds exactly like something from one of those Tarantino films. Kill Phil and the Ingenius Eightf.

Reminds me of when I was working sales in the tri-state area. It was a total rat race. All commission based. My manager brings in some hot shot from corporate to rally the troops and the guy starts talking all about his new car and giant balls. The mother@#$er comes over to me and takes the coffee right out of my hands. Says coffee is for winners. I lose it. "ABC motherf@#$er!!!" Arm Bar Chump!!! Good thing my manager separated us before I broke that guys arm. How on earth does battling Colombian cartels remind you of a pointless walk down the train tracks?

That reminds me of when I was partying with buddy in South Beach who is a big shot real estate developer. We're at his mansion on Star Island and hitting the slopes pretty hard. When I say slopes, I'm not talking about Holiday Valley or Bristol while you and your buddy give each other ZJ's on the bunny hill. I'm talking about rocketing down K2 or Everest. There is a mountain of bolivian marching powder on the table. Our faces are covered. Turns out my friend owes a bit cash to some unsavory dudes. This I find out as a bunch of men armed with automatic weapons storm the mansion. I watch my friend go down in a hail of bullets. I catch a grazing shot to the arm. I dive for cover behind his desk and take a hot slug to the leg. And that's when I get mad. I grab his fully auto M-16 with grenade launcher and yell "say hello to my midget friend!" and start firing grenades in all directions. Took out a whole Colombian hit squad and wound up boss of the Medellin cartel. But that's another story.

Did the rag tag group of bartenders eventually come together as a team and win the softball championship against the corporate bad guys in the upset of the century and save the Rec center from being bulldozed and turned into luxury condos?? I bet the quiet guy who was never good at sports and can't hit remembered some key bit of advice from the practice montage and jacked a homer in the bottom of the 9th to win the game.

That reminds me of the time when I was traveling across the country to meet up with some of my old college buddies. Good old fashioned road trip. I roll into this small town in Idaho and immediately I start getting flack from the local sheriff. They toss me in the slammer for a night and that's when I start having flashbacks. I go full PTSD. They fly in a whole special forces team to get me!! Luckily for me, I had covert, black ops, super commando training. Had to take them all out. It was a massacre.

Oh, ok. Well the last time I got really mad was when I was walking with my girlfriend and these street punks started hassling us. At first it wasn't that bad, just them whistling and making crude comments about her so we decided to ignore them and just kept walking. But they followed us and got increasingly aggressive. Eventually their leader got in front of me and was blocking my path. He said he wasn't going to let us go unless he got a kiss. I planted a big wet one on him but I guess he wanted one from her. They formed a circle around us and the taunting escalated. I could feel my blood boiling and warned them that I was livid and they wouldn't like what was coming next. That's when he pulled a knife. One of his lackeys grabbed my girls ass and then I f@#$ing lost it. I turned bright green and grew three times my normal size and proceeded to totally wreck shop. Beat the hell out of all of them. It was like a I was a different person. I eventually returned to my normal form and vowed to never lose my temper again. She and I eventually broke up and I just walked off into the sunset.

This didn't happen.

My guess is McGregor tags in Trump who takes out Mayweather with a flying elbow off the top rope. When McGregor thinks he has won the fight, Trump hits Notorious with the steel chair. Winner by knockouts, the president of the united states. 3 way rematch in February after the hype tour to end all hype tours.

I've been enjoying R&M. Good call.