Guffalo

John, I have read through this a few times, I understand you are devastated that his football playing days may be over, and this also may have been an opportunity for Brett to get a chance at higher education, and for that I am truely sorry. The one thing we haven't heard from you.... how is Brett reacting? We have spent 7 pages of discussion regarding how John should deal with the son's lost football opportunities, and compared parenting techniques and stories. We have had psycological assesments of John and Brett, but we really haven't heard about Brett and his current feelings. Is he pissed? Dissapointed? Relieved?

Ummm, yeah, he looks pretty geeky to me, but I will bet being a pro tennis player, even with a face like that, he can get macking with some hot looking babes in a Miami nightclub.

Yeah, that biotch can't do any work on her own, always using us to google stuff for her. She hit the well once too often and she was hammerred for it. She just regurgitates whatever she reads and posts it before the games, she's a hack......Oh wait

The professor had a secret crush on the Skipper, and allowing the group to be rescued would thwart his plan to sneak his "little buddy" into the skippers poopdeck. Carole Brady had a well known gay husband, she was secretly dating/molesting her stepson Greg and needed to be available for him and wanted to be ready in case Sam the butcher made an unannounced "delivery" Grannnie needed to get her funk on, and "California is the place to be", Jethro was also in a conundrum about his sexuality and the Tenneseeans would never understand. Mrs. Garret was running a brothel, pay was fair, bouncers were bigger "schlemiel, schlimazel, hasenpfeffer" Loosely translated is "Spank me, Slap me, make me whine" My question, WHy didn't Jeanie just throw a spell on Capt whatsisname to make him hers?

Imagine finding his whatchamacallit in your whatchamacallit?

Well, I heard they were going to melt him down and make him into a slide, that way the children can go down on him all day long

"I like em about this big"

Deerhunter Platoon Full metal jacket Apocolypse now

Was there a Miss Buffalo?

The poster was in my locker, 1 st floor St. Joe's, saw her every morning before going to class.....sigh

And most were typing with one hand....

I went on that cruise years ago when I was in college. My roomate was a crewmember and we waited at the dock at departure time, he checked with the Captain to see if he would allow "stowaways", Captain just winked and said "get em on and keep em quiet" We basically drank oursellves silly that night, I don't recall much of the trip or views, but I do remember my Dad waking me asking for the car keys since I had parked the car on the lawn instead of teh driveway.

I read up on some of that information, check the factsheet again, you may be able to qualify. I am kicking myself since we just donated our 1999 Sable to a freind who needed a car to get to work I thought I read that it had to be 1984 or older, the official information had no age limit.

Please clean up my keyboard, It seems as though my lunch just reappeared in a "forced" manner.

Happy B day to all!!!!

Most likely a car with the subwoofers that can rattle the bolts off the car and he had it cranked, thats my guess (maybe I'm old, but does it really have to be that loud?)

Apprently the q's and b's seemed to fall out of the bag in proper alignment, but those damn d's were giving her problems. I neither invented nor cured cancer, just try to avoid it whenever possible

One time I went to a good friends house for the usual hang out, beers on a Friday night. We had little ones at the time and its always a good way to end the work week. On the kitchen counter is a baggie of the colorful magnetic letters that are common in homes with kids age 2-9 (you know, the ones on every fridge). Anyway, I asked why she had em in a baggie, assuming one of the kids was eating them or something. My friends wife, who I love dearly, with a straight face said "Well, I'm sending these back, there are supposed to be 2 of each letter and they weren't all there, so they have already sent a new set, its on the way, take these for your kids" She is a pitbull when it comes to consumer affairs and I was curious as to what letters would be in such demand that someone in the supply chain would be pilfering this one exotic letter, thinking of a black market of sequestered, high value magnetic letter being traded somewhere in the far east, or maybe New Jersey. She started to pull out the letters, "Its funny, I have 2 of each one, but not one "lower case "d", and you know what? they gave me two extra "p"s, they must be idiots there" I couldn't help myself, I placed one of the "extra "p"s on the fridge, and spun it upside down, she looked at me like I had just invented cancer. My buddy (an editor at a major magazine) just sighed and handed me a beer as we went out for a smoke.

If the league goes to an 18 game schedule, maybe the NFL could move the Super Bowl to the Sunday before MLK holiday. It would allow the host city to keep the full 3-4 day events, the networks keep their programming schedules intact, and many of the fans have the Monday off. I'd love it if they could work it out, otherwise, move it to Saturday, I laways have a SB hangover.

It was 4AM, do you realize how long it takes to properly cook rettatta?

Somewhere in Indiana, a man-child sits down to a table with all of his freinds. The stuffed animals sit at attention at his table, with their hats askew, and their button eyes focused on the airline size bottles of Southern Comfort placed at each setting. The smell of pickles and long simmering noodles wafts through the air, making the man-child grunt in anticipation. A large matronly woman, dressed in a floral print housedress, uses her ample hip to bump open the kitchen door. In her pasty white gelatenous arms, she hefts a large plate of steaming rettatta. The man-child squeals with glee as the pickle flavored concoction is laid before him. His girlish screeches drown out the sound of the television a few feet away blaring the local farm report. All is good in Indiana

They were right, Marv and company didnt invent it, they improved it (under Polian), Manning and Harrison and co. perfected it. No harm no foul, look at the personnel, Harrison played like Andre, the Rbs, (pick one) played like Thurman, and Manning is a more physical version of JK. The thing that you have to understand is, Cincinnati displayed it, Buffalo improved it, and Indianapolis perfected it. Buffalo had a 4 -6 year run with it, which is pretty much the prime years of the players we had, don't get your panties in a bunch.

Before Fredonia, NU was where they had held training camp in the early 70s.

ummmm, ok then