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  1. 17 minutes ago, LTtxfan said:

    No offense to Ricky, but "The Tyler Rose" is still the greatest RB EVER in Longhorn Football history.

    His rare combination of size, speed, power and athleticism has probably only been matched by Herschel and maybe Dickerson.....

    Thanks Big Earl....🤘

    Dickerson? No.  Bo Jackson? Probably.

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  2. 10 minutes ago, OatmealRaisinCookie said:

    Are you serious?! That is absurd. It's so obviously taking advantage and modern day minstrel.

    I don't have cable at home so forgive me for my ignorance of cable infotainment channels.

    So you haven't noticed Hugo posting the image of them on Fox & Friends at least twice a week for the past year?

    Fucking troll.

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  3. That story got me to thinking about another time that summer I nearly died. 

     My dad's best friend was this great character out of a bunch of crazies my dad ran around with.  He had been in a plane crash and had half his face burned off along with a few fingers ect.  Regardless he married a smoking hot girl and proceeded to get his pilot's license and became a crop duster.  He was the first person to let me drive by myself (with him in the passenger seat, 8 years old lol) and he gave me my first motorcycle ride.  At 10 he took me up for my first airplane ride and even let me hold the yoke (no pedo) for a minute.  We took off from a field across from the local beer joint.  He was my hero.

    A month after the horse incident, he took me for my first helicopter ride in this tiny bubble canopy bird.  The next morning he and my dad took off in the helicopter to go hunting coyotes.  Not an hour of flight time since he had dropped me off they lost the tail rotor and went down on a huge ranch east of San Angelo.  The last thing he said was "Been nice knowing you, Pat!"  My dad said he came to after they crashed into a pecan tree on the pilot's side.  He smelled gas dripping on his head from the fuel tank overhead and decided he better crawl from the wreckage.  Just as he flopped out of the canopy the whole thing went up in flames along with my dad who stopped, dropped and rolled the flames out.  The crash site just happened to be near the Kickapoo Creek and pops washed himself off and took inventory.  He realized the top of his head was charred along with his hand that he had put up to see what was dripping on him.  He walked downstream and happened upon a tractor that started even and he rode it until he came to a new fence line and followed it until he came up on the owner of the ranch running a fence crew.  The rancher was nice enough to drive him to the hospital.  My old man's head swole up as big and as round as a basketball in the week after while he just sat in his chair, soundless.  He had 3rd degree burns and subsequent skin grafts on his head and hand along with a concussion and broken collarbone from the seat belt.  The only thing that saved him from worse injury or death was that he was wearing a goose down coat and vest that did most of the burning.  The crash site pictures showed alternating piles of feathers and melted plastic where he rolled on the ground extinguishing the flames.

    I still miss John, the pilot and I like to fantasize that he put the helicopter down on his side to protect my dad.

     

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  4. 9 minutes ago, M12BH said:

    SInce y'all seem to be my clearinghouse for all things political, let me tell a story.  A couple of them, actually.  Three, if you want to be specific.


    When I was 14 I went with a family friend to visit some of her relatives out of state in a very small Southern town.  One of them was a 30 year old man married to my friend's 19 year old sister.  My friend and I spent a week there by ourselves. I spent the whole week trying, not always successfully, to keep the 30 year old from shoving his hand down my shirt.  While I was awake, while I was asleep.  Anytime no one was around.  This was well before the days of cell phones and my choices were to tell my 14 year old friend or her 19 year old sister.  I did neither.  I still feel the horror, the shame, the embarrassment, and the powerlessness to this day. What I remember most is sleeping in my heaviest nightgown with two heavy blankets over me in the heat of the summer in the deep South in a house without A/C.  That is, when I slept at all.  I spent most of each night waiting for that hand.

    When I was 20 I went with my boyfriend and his roommates to 6th Street on Halloweeen.  I dressed as Billy Gibbons.  Much drunken flirting and hilarity ensued. Somewhere in the crush, my boyfriend got separated and so his roommates and I took a cab back to his place.  His roommates raped me. I was so drunk that I don't remember much about it except that I kept trying to turn over to stop them, but either I was too drunk or I was being held down.  Now that I think about it, turning over probably wouldn't have done any good anyway, if you know what I mean. When I told my boyfriend about it the next day, he accused me of fucking them deliberately and kicked me out.  Apparently flirting and drinking with roommates means I want to fuck them. I didn't tell anyone else.  What would have been the point? There was no proof and no witnesses.  "Date rape" wasn't even a concept then.  Being raped meant by a stranger at gunpoint, knifepoint, or at least fistpoint.  

    Fast forward more decades than I care to admit.  I'm a successful business owner.  I'm doing better than I ever dreamed.  I make obscene amounts of money and I've got an agreement in place to sell my business in 3 years for a humongous payout.  I spent 2013 bald and puking and kicked cancer to the curb, never to look back.  I'm a published songrwiter and I've been involved in the Austin music scene for a long time. I do volunteer work.  I'm happily married, have a nice house in one of the greatest cities in the world, and by all accounts, a great life.

    But this morning I feel, in turns, 14 and 20 years old.  I'm being touched and violated against my will.  And no one cares, no one believes me, and I'm being publicly mocked and scorned by the leader of this country and his disgusting minions.  I should have said something.  I should have done something.  I shouldn't have drank.  I shouldn't have flirted.  I shouldn't have dressed up as Billy Gibbons with a fake beard and a cardboard guitar.  I shouldn't have gone out of state with my friend at age 14 for a vacation from my parents.  I'm nothing.  My credentials don't matter, my credibility doesn't exist, and I'm just some skank trying to use something that certainly didn't happen, and, well, if it did, then it's my fault, to help the evil liberals bring down the poor persecuted conservatives.  

    I guarantee you I'm not the only woman you know who feels this way today.  Just keep it in mind, OK?  

     

     Well, for what it is worth, you are my hero and I am so sorry for what you have gone through.

  5. When I was 13 my scrawny ass got kicked square in the chest by my first horse, a gelding I was breaking.  He and I were calmly standing there, just brushing the fucker's tail but unknown to me some hair had caught in the curry comb and I jerked a couple of tail hairs out on the upstroke.  I don't remember getting kicked but I do remember seeing him bucking forward, his ass all hunched up, fixin' to kick and then I definitely remember the sound it made when he connected to my breastplate.  I came to for a couple of seconds up on my hands and knees about 10 feet away, and thought, "Well, I'm not dead."   Then darkness warshed over the Dude.   

    Luckily, my dad heard the commotion and came running over.  He said he my eyes were rolled back in my head and he couldn't get a pulse for what seemed forever but probably was 2 minutes max.  Probably closer to 1 but he thought I was a goner.  I finally started gasping and he got a pulse and here I am today.  I had a 1 inch welp the shape of a horseshoe square on my bony sternum and was sore all summer. 

    All in all, better than getting kicked in face I guess.

     

     

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  6. 23 hours ago, shnsajax said:

    I used to go the one in Flower Mound, and they did a great job. Fries were great, and never any shortage of them. 

    Yeah, one regular order of fries is enough for two.  Get the green chile queso to dip them in.   Actually their burgers might suck except for their mushroom burger because that is so good it is all I order.  With grilled jalapenos of course.  I am not an animal.

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