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When Madden was on MNF, I remember him talking about a player who had a 4.4 GPA in college. He said it was because the kid took graduate classes as an undergrad, so they counted as more. I was thinking, "Come on, John ... say it: he gave 110%." The one time it would have been correct, and he didn't say it.

Not to be confused with McClippy:

Set me free why don't ya babe? Get out my life why don't ya babe? You don't really love me You just keep me hangin' on. You don't really need me You just keep me hangin' on.

They did. The album was called Other Voices. It wasn't well-received. A co-worker once said, "I don't understand why Bob Dylan is considered a legendary singer." Another person responded, "He's not a legendary singer; he's a legendary songwriter." I'd say the same of Jim Morrison's contribution to The Doors. As far as AC/DC is concerned, Bon Scott co-wrote most of their really good songs. Back in Black was a good post-Scott album, but every album after that was simply a recycled version of Back in Black. Even Angus admitted that when he told a reporter, "I'm sick and tired of people saying that we put out 11 albums that sound exactly the same. In fact, we've put out 12 albums that sound exactly the same."

How about televised golf? It's like watching grass grow, but with people in the way.

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 is real, not fade away

Good point. It should be, "Doesn't bother bringing a lunch pail since he works through the lunch hour."

And "The Patriot Way"

Agreed. I like to add a little Frank's Red Hot to mine, but I add Frank's to almost everything. It's my special ingredient in a Bloody Mary.

In that case, I'd recommend putting the masking tape over a person's mouth (or keyboard.)

When a screw is loose because the wood is stripped, remove the screw, wrap a little masking tape around it, and screw it back in. The tape will fill in the gap.

Trust the McBeane. ?

Thank you for providing evidence to support my point.

Boy you sure took me for one big ride Even now I sit and wonder why And when I think of you I start to cry I just can't waste my time, I must keep dry Gotta stop believin' in all your lies 'Cause there's too much to do before I die You feelin' alright? I'm not feelin' too good myself

This is one reason why the general public misunderstands science: misleading headlines. For example, Google "olive oil is as good as viagra" and see how many headlines say almost exactly that, which implies that if you take a spoonful of olive oil you'll be sporting wood in 30 minutes. The actual article, however, says, "A study of 660 men with an average age of 67 found that those that adopted a Mediterranean style diet – rich in fruit and vegetables, legumes, fish and nuts, as well as olive oil – had far fewer problems in between the sheets..." In fact, the scientific paper on which the article was based was more specific: "...substituting olive oil for butter..." But of course, nobody wants to see a headline telling them that a healthy diet is good for you, so a "journalist" (and I use that term generously) comes up with some click-bait headline that implies a quick fix, and a million other "journalists" latch onto it.

Study shows complaining about golf could be shrinking your brain <sigh>

Think of London, a small city It's dark, dark in the daytime The people sleep, sleep in the daytime If they want to, if they want to I'm checking them out I'm checking them out I got it figured out I got it figured out There's good points and bad points Find a city Find myself a city to live in.

Don't you feel ashamed at all the bitterness you keep inside Does your ego save your face "I had a go - I really tried" Now you know your leaders lied Does it stop you acting snide Or are you still a boy that cried Tears now surely long since dried. Cry if you want, cry if you want

Ramble on And now's the time, the time is now To sing my song I'm goin' 'round the world, I got to find my girl On my way I've been this way ten years to the day Ramble on Gotta find the queen of all my dreams

Drive like the wind Straining the limits of machine and man Laughing out loud with fear and hope I've got a desperate plan At the one-lane bridge I leave the giants stranded at the riverside Race back to the farm To dream with my uncle at the fireside

Little James Dean, up on the screen Wonderin' who he might be Along came a Spyder and picked up a rider And took him down the road to eternity James Dean, James Dean, you bought it sight unseen

Riding along in my automobile My baby beside me at the wheel I stole a kiss at the turn of a mile My curiosity runnin' wild Crusin' and playin' the radio With no particular place to go

I looked in my mirror; a red light was blinkin' The cops was after my Hot Rod Lincoln! They arrested me and they put me in jail. And called my pappy to throw my bail. And he said, "Son, you're gonna' drive me to drinkin' If you don't stop drivin' that hot rod Lincoln!"

Welcome my son, welcome to the machine. Where have you been? It's alright we know where you've been. You've been in the pipeline, filling in time. Provided with toys and scouting for boys. You bought a guitar to punish your ma. And you didn't like school, And you know you're nobody's fool. So welcome to the machine.