PastaJoe

Thanks to Daboll and his cutesy play calling like this is a video game.

Daboll and Allen make some bad decisions when they don’t need to.

They’re determined to get Allen hurt with these called runs. Just give it to Gore!

How about just giving it to Gore for awhile.

Give me just a little more timeAnd our love will surely growBaby please babyBaby please baby

I heard you on the wireless back in fifty two Lying awake intent at tuning in on you If I was young it didn't stop you coming through Oh, a, oh They took the credit for your second symphony Rewritten by machine on new technology And now I understand the problems you can see Oh, a, oh I met your children Oh a oh What did you tell them? Video killed the radio star Video killed the radio star Pictures came and broke your heart Oh, a, a, a, oh

Well you're built like a car You've got a hubcap diamond star halo You're built like a car, oh yeah Well you're an untamed youth That's the truth with your cloak full of eagles You're dirty sweet and you're my girl Get it on, bang a gong, get it on Get it on, bang a gong, get it on

Groovin', on a Sunday afternoon Really couldn't get away too soon I can't imagine anything that's better The world is ours whenever we're together There ain't a place I'd like to be instead of Groovin', down a crowded avenue Doin' anything we like to do

Well, it's a marvelous night for a moondance With the stars up above in your eyes A fantabulous night to make romance 'Neath the cover of October skies And all the leaves on the trees are falling To the sound of the breezes that blow And I'm trying to please to the calling Of your heart-strings that play soft and low And all the night's magic seems to whisper and hush And all the soft moonlight seems to shine in your blush Can I just have one more moondance with you, my love Can I just make some more romance with you, my love

We can dance if we want to, we've got all your life and mine As long as we abuse it, never gonna lose it Everything'll work out right I say, we can dance if we want to we can leave your friends behind Cause your friends don't dance and if they don't dance Well they're are no friends of mine I say we can dance, we can dance everything out of control We can dance, we can dance we're doing it wall to wall We can dance, we can dance everybody look at your hands We can dance, we can dance everybody's takin' the chance Oh well the safety dance Ah yes the safety dance

I went up to this girl, she said, "Hi, my name is Sheena"I thought she'd be good to go with a little Funky Cold MedinaShe said, "I'd like a drink, " I said, "Ehm - ok, I'll go get it"Then a couple sips she cold licked her lips, and I knew that she was with itSo I took her to my crib, and everything went well as plannedBut when she got undressed, it was a big old mess, Sheena was a manSo I threw him out, I don't fool around with no Oscar Meyer wienerYou must be sure that the girl is pure for the Funky Cold Medina

Crab

Tell your daddy and your mama tooYou got something better to doThan stick around the house the rest of your lifeYou're eighteen you can do what you likeYou'll be the queen of my highway, my motorcycle mamaAnd we'll see the world from my Harley

What’s that have to do with the fact that two inept offenses were on display? Your deflection is predictable.

It would have definitely made a difference. But the Jets would have won anyways if they had even an average kicker.

Bills and Jets both showed they’re not wildcard contenders.

The Jets would still be winning if they had even an average kicker.

What game are you watching?

Unfortunately the Bills don’t look like they’ll be able to compete against decent teams.

Lucky there wasn’t a flag, he had hands on him.

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You had a better view than the refs?

Obviously not, since the play stands.

And sometimes when we touchThe honesty's too muchAnd I have to close my eyesAnd hideI want to hold you till I dieTill we both break down and cryI want to hold you till the fear in me subsides

Greta Garbo, and MonroeDietrich and DiMaggioMarlon Brando, Jimmy DeanOn the cover of a magazineGrace Kelly; Harlow, JeanPicture of a beauty queenGene Kelly, Fred AstaireGinger Rogers, dance on airThey had style, they had graceRita Hayworth gave good faceLauren, Katherine, Lana tooBette Davis, we love youLadies with an attitudeFellows that were in the moodDon't just stand there, let's get to itStrike a pose, there's nothing to it