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2 Irishmen walk out of a bar ... hey ... it could happen.

Good one ... Tennessee fella and western new york fella are comparing photos of their families. Tennessee fella pulls out a family picture of Tennessee fella with his sister and his wife. Western New York fella asks him "Why is there only one woman in the photo?"

Brett Favre walks into a restaurant for breakfast. The waiter asks him, "What would you like". Brett says "I don't know, I can't decide". 15 hours later the restaurant closed.

Ron Mexico is back, but the Commish has him on a very short leash.

Methinks thou dost protest too much!

Wow ... shot twice and lived ... one tough dude! The first show was completely awful, but the second episode was great ... well ... the first 20 minutes until my DVR cut out.

42 ... duh!

Stop listening to the voices in your head. They are factually deficient.

That's the most incoherent thing I've heard ... it's like incoherence squared.

I thought Kinzua was a company offering environmentally safe industrial cleaning products. Link Guess I was wrong

True story ... one time in high school we were going to see Toxic Avengers at the Riv, so I dropped my pants and mooned a couple from Ohio as we drove by ... they damn near drove off the road.

Speaking of clothes, I just love polyester

More like incoherent reply #501 ... lol

Okay ... here's the rules ... every response has to have NOTHING to do with ANY previous one, but it has to derive from something in the previous post. The winner is the first person who catches someone else posting on the same topic. For example: Post 1: "The sky is blue" Post 2: "Speaking of ... I saw Old Blue Eyes in concert once" ...

I'm reply number 500 ... yea me!

Or the one time at Elmira when I was standing at the end of the runway near an Avro Lancaster, 3 B-17s and 4 P-51s all with their engines running ... sweet!

Not to be confused with the Wings of Eagles air show that used to be held in Geneseo before moving to Elmira in the late 90s.

No, he is vastly overrated as a QB ... contain him in the pocket and he is worthless.

Speaking of stain, I once saw a coffee stain that looked just like Abraham Lincoln.

And the 5 pin bowling leagues should be starting soon.

No, it wasn't too much Rush ... it was too much Anne Murray.

Eh?!?

My uncle has a country place that no one knows about. He says it used to be a farm before the Motor Law. On Sundays I elude the Eyes and hop the turbine freight to far outside the Wire where my white-haired uncle waits. Jump to the ground as the turbo slows to cross the borderline; run like the wind as excitement shivers up and down my spine. Down in his barn, my uncle preserved for me, an old machine. For fifty-odd years, to keep it as new has been his dearest dream. I strip away the old debris, that hides the shining car; a brilliant red Barchetta, from a better, vanished time. Fire up the willing engine, responding with a roar, tires spitting gravel, I commit my weekly crime ... wind in my hair ...shifting and drifting ... mechanical music ... adrenaline surge ... well-weathered leather ... hot metal and oil ... the scented country air ... sunlight on chrome ... the blur of the landscape ... every nerve aware. Suddenly, ahead of me, across the mountainside a gleaming alloy air-car shoots toward me, two lanes wide. I spin around with shrieking tires to run the deadly race. Go screaming through the valley as another joins the chase. 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.

Suppose you were an idiot. Suppose you were Dick Jauron. But then I repeat myself.

Makes sense to me ... we're a veteran team and going deep into the play-offs every year, they deserve to take it easy in camp ... Further proof that Dickie just don't get it