GimmeTheBall!
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From the leader in astounding commentary, folksy populist thinking, and plausible deniability and the Armenian Way of Life, Air Cowboys America, in Farmers Branch where our children are the future, our men are skilled tradesmen and the gals are fertile and shop smart at the Dollar Store.
Next up Towney's Trading Post, followed by Tim and the Tigers' Drum Circle.
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In a rare moment of lucidity Sundy nite, there were two imiges of our head coach -- two plays apart -- that tolt me that ah have been right about Wade all along.
Nay, it was not the grate TV pictures of our grand stadium or the hussies who pass for cheerleederes or the pictures of the sideline where the mens of autum mingle and wait fer there moment in the national spotlight.
Nay, I say, nay like Mr. Ed.
Nosireee.
Our esteamed quarterback mr. Anthony Romo had just tosst an interception to the defender and the defender ran it back fer a TD.
And then I saw it:
Wade, in a moment of sheer dejection and disappointment and jaw-dropping anger, put his hand to his brow. Yes, the man was besides himself in a 600-pound pichure of vein-raising ire.
One player later, our man from hogland, Felix, fumbled a kickoff.
Again, there was a pichure of red-hot anger as our coach Wade looked down to his playcard for answers. What did he expect to find in his playcard? I hoped he found it cause the rest of the game was like the steady drumbeat of the giants waterboarding us fans with the way they kept comin back.
So in my feeble mind there are these two images. Both an angry (not really) coach ready to scream at his players for forking over a game little by little. Like a Michael Kors model nibbling at her et tu Ceasar salad.
yea, sometimes it is not the players fault. yet a coach has to scream and glare at his players. Jus like Jimma.
Wade does not.
Wade's defense is a mess.
His body language is like a mummy, though he is well nourished and porcine. but yew no what ah mean.
Last nite, as i lay in my cot, thumb to my mouth and in a fecal position, crying my bedroom eyes out and summoning the ghosts of landry, jimma, roger and luther, ah sought solace in what has been.
Because seeing what we have come to -- led by this porcine mummy-like man called wade -- I jus knowed that my tears will continue.
Just like the Jerry Signfeld movie, "Cry and Cry Again." I am becoming just like that s. carolina governor crying in argentina.
But I depress.
Save us from this HC, Jerra.
Amen.
Next up Towney's Trading Post, followed by Tim and the Tigers' Drum Circle.
starspinstarspin:starspinIn a rare moment of lucidity Sundy nite, there were two imiges of our head coach -- two plays apart -- that tolt me that ah have been right about Wade all along.
Nay, it was not the grate TV pictures of our grand stadium or the hussies who pass for cheerleederes or the pictures of the sideline where the mens of autum mingle and wait fer there moment in the national spotlight.
Nay, I say, nay like Mr. Ed.
Nosireee.
Our esteamed quarterback mr. Anthony Romo had just tosst an interception to the defender and the defender ran it back fer a TD.
And then I saw it:
Wade, in a moment of sheer dejection and disappointment and jaw-dropping anger, put his hand to his brow. Yes, the man was besides himself in a 600-pound pichure of vein-raising ire.
One player later, our man from hogland, Felix, fumbled a kickoff.
Again, there was a pichure of red-hot anger as our coach Wade looked down to his playcard for answers. What did he expect to find in his playcard? I hoped he found it cause the rest of the game was like the steady drumbeat of the giants waterboarding us fans with the way they kept comin back.
So in my feeble mind there are these two images. Both an angry (not really) coach ready to scream at his players for forking over a game little by little. Like a Michael Kors model nibbling at her et tu Ceasar salad.
yea, sometimes it is not the players fault. yet a coach has to scream and glare at his players. Jus like Jimma.
Wade does not.
Wade's defense is a mess.
His body language is like a mummy, though he is well nourished and porcine. but yew no what ah mean.
Last nite, as i lay in my cot, thumb to my mouth and in a fecal position, crying my bedroom eyes out and summoning the ghosts of landry, jimma, roger and luther, ah sought solace in what has been.
Because seeing what we have come to -- led by this porcine mummy-like man called wade -- I jus knowed that my tears will continue.
Just like the Jerry Signfeld movie, "Cry and Cry Again." I am becoming just like that s. carolina governor crying in argentina.
But I depress.
Save us from this HC, Jerra.
Amen.
