Rimbo
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Arky did to Pedo State what they'd been doing to everyone all year. That said, that last PSU interception was a boneheaded throw by the PSU QB. If he had instead thrown that ball to the running back, it'd been a touchdown -- that DB was only there to catch the int because he should've been covering the RB.
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27 minutes ago, Js1 said:I hate this fat fucking bitch
Such a sore fucking loser
He's not entirely wrong. I saw one of the funniest basketball plays, if not the funniest, I've ever seen today, where a WVU player was streaking down the court after a defensive rebound (Andrew Jones missing a 3-pt)... right before the 3-point line, he hurled it... to no one. There were 2 Texas players outside of an 8-foot radius of where he threw it, and nobody else but the crowd behind the basket. Cut to a photo of the WVU coach dying inside. Cut back to the WVU player dying inside, too. Laughed for a full 2 minutes at the absurdity.
I think Huggy was thinkin' about that play when he said that. I know I sure as hell won't forget it any time soon.

This is really my first time to watch Beard's team work, and I don't even recognize what we're doing from the years of Texas basketball I've watched. Between Penders' run and gun, to Barnes' defensive-focused play, to... I don't even know what Shaka was doing, seeing us run something resembling coordinated basketball on offense was new for me.
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The Emmas were great, but Paul Hauser's Horace stole a lot of the scenes. As did John McCrea's Artie. The one scene near the end with them together was money.
This movie was some dark shit for Disney. Loved it. Definitely had some rough spots and pacing issues, but I love it when stories get me rooting for the bad guys.
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This isn't a complaint in the sense of "wah I don't like my in-laws/relatives wah wah."
My father-in-law has been dying of inoperable bone marrow cancer since... oh, six years now? He's at the point now where his body is no longer making its own blood, and he survives on blood transfusions, at least until such time as they can no longer find a match. (Blood typing gets harder and harder the more transfusions you have.)
My wife's Christmas present this morning was a call from the nursing home that they found him on the floor this morning. He'd fallen, and his back hurt.
This has been a strain on my wife over the past several years, to say the least. I'm not happy that my Mom passed away, but seeing what she's going through now, I'm glad Mom passed away relatively quickly. Not this endless slow drain that's been plaguing my wife with her dad.
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Really?
We're doing this?
And I'm the first one to bring this up?
I met a boy wearing vans, 501s, and a
Dope beastie t, nipple rings, and
New tattoos that claimed that he
Was ogt,
From '92,
The first epAnd in between
Sips of coke
He told me that
He thought
We were sellin' out
Layin' down,
Suckin' up
To the manWell now I've got some
A-dvice for you, little buddy
Before you point the finger
You should know that
I'm the manAnd if I'm the manThen you're the man, and
He's the man as well so you can
Point that fuckin' finger up your ass.All you know about me is what I've sold you
Dumb fuck
I sold out long before you ever heard my nameI sold my soul to make a record
Dip shit
And you bought oneSo I've got some
Advice for you, little buddy
Before you point your finger
You should know that
I'm the manIf I'm the fuckin' man
Then you're the fuckin' man as well
So you can
Point that fuckin' finger up your ass.All you know about me is what I've sold you
Dumb fuck
I sold out long before you ever heard my nameI sold my soul to make a record
Dip shit
And you bought oneAll you read and
Wear or see and
Hear on tv
Is a product
Begging for your
Fatass dirty
DollarSo, shut up andBuy my new record
Send more money
Fuck you, buddy
Fuck you, buddy
Fuck you, buddy
Fuck you, buddy -
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I just woke up from the strangest, vivid dream.
A dream in which the Universe made it extremely clear that I was extremely important. That I had been born to be, and I quote, "The Ultimate War Machine." And I was, in fact, Vince Neil of Motley Crue, early in their breakthrough to stardom. "No wonder they hate me later," I said.
wtf, brain?
seriously, what if someone had been born to be the ultimate warrior, but he became the lead singer of a successful hair metal band instead? And was, in fact, Vince Neil?
what the hell does this mean?
i mean, beside the fact that I should drink less before bed
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Fiesta Bowl - Okie State vs Notre Dame ESPN noon
in Football
Geez, I dunno.
I mean, I hate notre dame more than any other team, but for some reason, just can't bring myself to root for the land grant land thieves.