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Friday night, I'm on my way home They oughta make work a crime I'm home for the weekend I'm gonna make the most of my time There's a rock and roll singer on the television Giving up his music, gonna take up religion (Deserted rock and roll to try to save his soul) Saturday night, gotta gig with the band Playing the electric guitar Someday I'm gonna make it Gonna be a super-duper-star Get a big flashy car And a house for my Ma The big break better happen soon 'Cause I'm pushing twenty-one

Back in the late 80s, we were moving from one apartment to another with help from a friend with a pickup truck. His spare tire was in the back with our stuff, securely placed, or so we thought. As we approached the new apartment, which happened to be on a hill, the tire rolled off the back and headed down the street and through an intersection. As it approached a house with a big picture window in the front, I uttered two words (the first being "Oh") and prepared for what could be a catastrophe. Luckily, there was a short, but effective, iron-grate fence in front that I hadn't noticed. Disaster averted. Lesson learned.

"Please promise me they'll double-team Jerry Hughes, coach."

My love's bigger than a Cadillac I try to show you but you drive me back Your love for me has got to be real You're gonna know just how I feel Love's real, not fade away Not fade away

One of my friends insisted on going to Duke right out of HS; he didn't want to "waste time" at a CC. (His Dad was a HS math teacher, so money most certainly WAS an issue.) He joined a frat and ended his freshman year on academic probation. Duke officials told him to go to a CC, build up his GPA, and then he could apply to be reinstated. He did, and graduated from Duke 5 years later. That freshman year at Duke cost about $10k (1982 dollars.)

JA: "Remember how I embarrassed Kiko Alonso last year?" SM: "Who is Kiko Alonso?"

There's a guy with a ticket to Mexico No, he couldn't look much stranger Walkin' in the hall with his things and all Smilin, said he was the Lone Ranger Comin' into Los Angeles Bringin' in a couple of keys Don't touch my bags if you please, mister customs man

Dear Penthouse, I met the mother and girlfriend of my favorite team's QB. You wouldn't believe what happened next...

Day before my birthday me and my cousin Dave Drove his truck down to the border And we hitchhiked the rest of the way Down through Mexico In the beginning we didn't have much luck So we took all our things up upon a bus It cost us three dollars just to get half way Down through Baja California

Damn. You beat me to it.

1929 when he stepped to the bar, Drank to the dregs of the whiskey jar. 1930 when the wall caved in, He made his way selling red-eye gin. Brown-eyed women and red grenadine, The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean. Sound of the thunder with the rain pouring down, And it looks like the old man's getting on.

It's actually five paragraphs, but he wrote it in a tiny font.

Born and raised in Bills territory. Moved away back in '89 due to a career change, but still get back there once a year or so to visit family.

Now here I go again, I see the crystal visions I keep my visions to myself, It's only me Who wants to wrap around your dreams and, Have you any dreams you'd like to sell? Dreams of loneliness, Like a heartbeat, drives you mad In the stillness of remembering, what you had, And what you lost and what you had and what you lost

Didn't see it posted in the first couple of pages... https://www.buffalobills.com/news/8-players-explain-how-the-bills-culture-has-evolved-during-the-sean-mcdermott-er

When I was a boy, I had the mind of a boy, But now I'm a man, ain't got no mind at all, When I was in my teens, I had my share of dreams, But now I'm a man, ain't got no dreams at all. My how time rushes by, The moment you're born you start to die, Time waits for no man, And your life's spent, it's over before it began.

Because it's better to hold on too long than to release prematurely. (#TWSS)

I went to a CC right out of high school. The best professors I ever had were there. CC profs are paid to teach, not to research and publish. Studies show that CC grads tend to do better when they transfer to universities than students who started at universities as freshmen.

Anyone else reminded of a Barney Miller episode?

Dear old Daddy, rest his soul Left my Mom a heavy load She tried so very hard to fill his shoes Workin' hours without rest Wanted me to have the best She tried to raise me right but I refused And I turned twenty-one in prison doin' life without parole No one could steer me right but Mama tried, Mama tried Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading I denied That leaves only me to blame 'cause Mama tried

I don't eat them anymore, but when I did, chocolate with chocolate frosting was my favorite. Fess up, guys. How many times did you watch this before scrolling down to the rest of the thread? Six, here.

I couldn't care less whether a spy character is a man or a woman, but if I were the legendary James Bond, I'd be pissed that they didn't retire my number.

The team was appraised at around $1B, if I recall correctly, so adding a $400M penalty essentially raises the price by 40%. Maybe it would be worth more in a different market, but that's a pretty big risk, especially when everyone knew the Pegulas wanted it and they were willing to overpay.

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose. Nothin' ain't worth nothin', but it's free. Feelin' good was easy when Bobby sang the blues, And feelin' good was good enough for me, Good enough for me and Bobby McGee.

It's not even acceptable to pee next to the boss. Just go to the sink and wash your hands as if that's the only reason you went in there. Then come back 10 minutes later and take a leak.