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Old 03-13-2014, 11:22 AM   #26
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I honestly didn't know if patriot fans were happy or upset about losing Talib to Denver after they got Revis.

Now they talk trash about Talib. And now I know.

Gotta tell ya, that feels good
Would you rather have Talib or Revis for this season only?
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Old 03-13-2014, 11:22 AM   #27
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It all started when our (former porn) star, Bill CHEATER, woke up in a lemur-infested moor. It was the sixth time it had happened. Feeling barely exasperated, Bill CHEATER grabbed a wolverine, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). Heart filled with earnest fortitude, he realized that his beloved iPad was missing! Immediately he called his annoying neighbor, Brady LikesMen. Bill CHEATER had known Brady LikesMen for (plus or minus) half a million years, the majority of which were electric ones. Brady LikesMen was unique. He was outgoing though sometimes a little... stupid. Bill CHEATER called him anyway, for the situation was urgent.

Brady LikesMen picked up to a very calm Bill CHEATER. Brady LikesMen calmly assured him that most venomous koalas yawn before mating, yet South American hissing sloths usually sassily cringe *after* mating. He had no idea what that meant; he was only concerned with distracting Bill CHEATER. Why was Brady LikesMen trying to distract Bill CHEATER? Because he had snuck out from Bill CHEATER's with the iPad only ten days prior. It was a sassy little iPad... how could he resist?

It didn't take long before Bill CHEATER got back to the subject at hand: his iPad. Brady LikesMen grimaced. Relunctantly, Brady LikesMen invited him over, assuring him they'd find the iPad. Bill CHEATER grabbed his refrigerator and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, Brady LikesMen realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the iPad and he had to do it thoughtfully. He figured that if Bill CHEATER took the 'modded' Civic, he had take at least eleven minutes before Bill CHEATER would get there. But if he took the Segway? Then Brady LikesMen would be alarmingly screwed.

Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, Brady LikesMen was interrupted by five stupid marmots that were lured by his iPad. Brady LikesMen shuddered; 'Not again', he thought. Feeling frustrated, he skillfully reached for his banana and thoughtfully grabbed every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the secret vineyard, squealing with discontent. He exhaled with relief. That's when he heard the Segway rolling up. It was Bill CHEATER.

----o0o----

As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at Texaco to pick up a 12-pack of carrots, so he knew he was running late. With a inept leap, Bill CHEATER was out of the Segway and went wildly jaunting toward Brady LikesMen's front door. Meanwhile inside, Brady LikesMen was panicking. Not thinking, he tossed the iPad into a box of bananas and then slid the box behind his giraffe. Brady LikesMen was exasperated but at least the iPad was concealed. The doorbell rang.

'Come in,' Brady LikesMen surreptitiously purred. With a skillful push, Bill CHEATER opened the door. 'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some insensitive noble genius in a tricycle,' he lied. 'It's fine,' Brady LikesMen assured him. Bill CHEATER took a seat ridiculously unclose to where Brady LikesMen had hidden the iPad. Brady LikesMen belched trying unsuccessfully to hide his nervousness. ', can I get you anything?' he blurted. But Bill CHEATER was distracted. A few unsatisfying minutes later, Brady LikesMen noticed a insensitive look on Bill CHEATER's face. Bill CHEATER slowly opened his mouth to speak.

'...What's that smell?'

Brady LikesMen felt a stabbing pain in his ear when Bill CHEATER asked this. In a moment of disbelief, he realized that he had hidden the iPad right by his oscillating fan. 'Wh-what? I don't smell anything..!' A lie. A clueless look started to form on Bill CHEATER's face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's bananas from when she used to have pet South American hissing sloths. She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. Bill CHEATER nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before Brady LikesMen could react, Bill CHEATER carefully lunged toward the box and opened it. The iPad was plainly in view.

Bill CHEATER stared at Brady LikesMen for what what must've been seven hours. Unaware of the bleakness of existence, Brady LikesMen groped wildly in Bill CHEATER's direction, clearly desperate. Bill CHEATER grabbed the iPad and bolted for the door. It was locked. Brady LikesMen let out a enchanting chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, Bill CHEATER,' he rebuked. Brady LikesMen always had been a little annoying, so Bill CHEATER knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before Brady LikesMen did something crazy, like... start chucking bananas at him or something. With fist clenched and teeth gnashed, he gripped his iPad tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels.

Brady LikesMen looked on, blankly. 'What the hell? That seemed excessive. The other door was open, you know.' Silence from Bill CHEATER. 'And to think, I varnished that window frame five days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly he felt a tinge of concern for Bill CHEATER. 'Oh. You ..okay?' Still silence. Brady LikesMen walked over to the window and looked down. Bill CHEATER was gone.

----o0o----

Just yonder, Bill CHEATER was struggling to make his way through the lemur-infested moor behind Brady LikesMen's place. Bill CHEATER had severely hurt his shin during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength. Another pack of feral marmots suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the iPad. One by one they latched on to Bill CHEATER. Already weakened from his injury, Bill CHEATER yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of marmots running off with his iPad.

About two hours later, Bill CHEATER awoke, his double chin throbbing. It was dark and Bill CHEATER did not know where he was. Deep in the inhospitable imaginery desert, Bill CHEATER was abnormally lost. In a tragically predictable turn of events, he remembered that his iPad was taken by the marmots. But at that point, he was just thankful for his life. That's when, to his horror, a oversized marmot emerged from the magical cornfield. It was the alpha marmot. Bill CHEATER opened his mouth to scream but was cut short when the marmot sunk its teeth into Bill CHEATER's ear. With a faint groan, the life escaped from Bill CHEATER's lungs, but not before he realized that he was a failure.

Less than six miles away, Brady LikesMen was entombed by anguish over the loss of the iPad. 'MY PRECIOUS!!' he cried, as he reached for a sharpened potato. With a skillful thrust, he buried it deeply into his armpit. As the room began to fade to black, he thought about Bill CHEATER... wishing he had found the courage to tell him that he loved him. But he would die alone that day. All that remained was the iPad that had turned them against each other, ultimately causing their demise. And as the dew on melancholy sappling branches began to reflect the dawn's reddish glare, all that could be heard was the chilling cry of distant marmots, desecrating all things sacred to virtuous men, and perpetuating an evil that would reign for centuries to come. Our heroes would've lived unhappily ever after, but they were too busy being dead. So, no one lived forever after, the end.

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Old 03-13-2014, 11:22 AM   #28
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s, and, in several isolated incidents, has emerged from a child's sandbox. In addition, no, no, oh, no…what happened to all the lights?

"Please, get it off me," said grade-school teacher and mother of three Janice Wilkins, who appeared to be floundering in a crimson pool of unknown fluids. "It's in my hair. Oh, sweet Lord, it's in my mouth. Please."ccompanied by an odor at once familiar and yet strangely foreign, the blood has reportedly begun to flow from the walls, the floors, and, in several isolated incidents, has emerged from a child's sandbox. In addition, no, no, oh, no…what happened to all the lights?s, and, in several isolated incidents, has emerged from a child's sandbox. In addition, no, no, oh, no…what happened to all the lights?

"Please, get it off me," said grade-school teacher and mother of three Janice Wilkins, who appeared to be floundering in a crimson pool of unknown fluids. "It's in my hair. Oh, sweet Lord, it's in my mouth. Please."ccompanied by an odor at once familiar and yet strangely foreign, the blood has reportedly begun to flow from the walls, the floors, and, in several isolated incidents, has emerged from a child's sandbox. In addition, no, no, oh, no…what happened to all the lights?s, and, in several isolated incidents, has emerged from a child's sandbox. In addition, no, no, oh, no…what happened to all the lights?

"Please, get it off me," said grade-school teacher and mother of three Janice Wilkins, who appeared to be floundering in a crimson pool of unknown fluids. "It's in my hair. Oh, sweet Lord, it's in my mouth. Please."ccompanied by an odor at once familiar and yet strangely foreign, the blood has reportedly begun to flow from the walls, the floors, and, in several isolated incidents, has emerged from a child's sandbox. In addition, no, no, oh, no…what happened to all the lights?s, and, in several isolated incidents, has emerged from a child's sandbox. In addition, no, no, oh, no…what happened to all the lights?

"Please, get it off me," said grade-school teacher and mother of three Janice Wilkins, who appeared to be floundering in a crimson pool of unknown fluids. "It's in my hair. Oh, sweet Lord, it's in my mouth. Please."ccompanied by an odor at once familiar and yet strangely foreign, the blood has reportedly begun to flow from the walls, the floors, and, in several isolated incidents, has emerged from a child's sandbox. In addition, no, no, oh, no…what happened to all the lights?
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Old 03-13-2014, 11:23 AM   #29
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I'm not sure if there's a name for the combination cringe of sympathy and disgust, but I'm pretty sure anyone with a functioning set of bowels and the ability to feel shame will feel that reading this man's story. A story of a private plane, torrents of lava-poop, and a far-too exposed head.P

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Just over halfway through the flight, all the coffee in my stomach feels like it's percolating its way down into my lower intestine. I hunker down and try and focus on other things. What feels like an hour, but probably isn't more than twenty minutes, passes. We then enter what turns out to be pretty violent turbulence. With each bounce, I have to fight my body, trying not to **** my pants. "Thirty minutes to landing, maybe forty five" I try and tell myself, each jostle a gamble I can't afford to lose. I signal to [the flight attendant] and she heads toward me.

"Excuse me, where is the bathroom, because I don't see a door?" I ask while still devoting considerable energy to fighting off what starts to feel like someone shook a seltzer bottle and shoved it up my ass. She looks at me, bemused, and says, "Well, we don't really have one per se." She continues, "Technically, we have one, but it's really just for emergencies. Don't worry, we're landing shortly anyway."

"I'm pretty sure this qualifies as an emergency," I manage to mutter through my grimace. I can see the fear in her face as she points nervously to the back seat. The turbulence outside is matched only by the cyclone that is ravaging my bowels. She points to the back of the plane and says, "There. The toilet is there." For a brief instant, relief passes over my face. She continues, "If you pull away the leather cushion from that seat, it's under there. There's a small privacy screen that pulls up around it, but that's it." At this point, I was committed. She had just lit the dynamite and the mine shaft was set to blow.

I turn to look where she is pointing and I get the urge to cry. I do cry, but my face is so tightly clenched it makes no difference. The "toilet" seat is occupied by the CFO, i.e. our ****ing client. Our ****ing female ****ing client!

Up to this point, nobody has observed my struggle or my exchange with the flight attendant. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." That's all I can say as I limp toward her like Quasimodo impersonating a penguin, and begin my explanation. Of course, as soon as my competitors see me talking to the CFO, they all perk up to find out what the hell I'm doing.

Given my jovial nature and fun-loving attitude thus far on the roadshow, almost everybody thinks I'm joking. She, however, knows right away that I am anything but and jumps up, moving quickly to where I had been sitting. I now had to remove the seat top – no easy task when you can barely stand upright, are getting tossed around like a hoodrat at a block party, and are fighting against a gastrointestinal Mt. Vesuvius.

I manage to peel back the leather seat top to find a rather luxurious looking commode, with a nice cherry or walnut frame. It had obviously never been used, ever. Why this moment of clarity came to me, I do not know. Perhaps it was the realization that I was going to take this toilet's virginity with a fury and savagery that was an abomination to its delicate craftsmanship and quality. I imagined some poor Italian carpenter weeping over the violently soiled remains of his once beautiful creation. The lament lasted only a second as I was quickly back to concentrating on the tiny muscle that stood between me and molten hot lava.

I reach down and pull up the privacy screens, with only seconds to spare before I erupt. It's an alka-seltzer bomb, nothing but air and liquid spraying out in all directions – a Jackson Pollock masterpiece. The pressure is now reversed. I feel like I'm going to have a stroke, I push so hard to end the relief, the tormented sublime relief.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." My apologies do nothing to drown out the heinous noises that seem to carry on and reverberate throughout the small cabin indefinitely. If that's not bad enough, I have one more major problem. The privacy screen stops right around shoulder level. I am sitting there, a disembodied head, in the back of the plane, on a bucking bronco for a toilet, all while looking my colleagues, competitors, and clients directly in the eyes. "Pay no attention to that man behind the curtain!" briefly comes to mind.

I literally could reach out with my left hand and rest it on the shoulder of the pers
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Old 03-13-2014, 11:24 AM   #30
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I wonder who's Pat alt this is. I swear this can't be new people every time.

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person adjacent to me. It was virtually impossible for him, or any of the others, and by others I mean high profile business partners and clients, to avert their eyes. They squirm and try not to look, inclined to do their best to carry on and pretend as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening, that they weren't sharing a stall with some guy crapping his intestines out. Releasing smelly, sweaty, shame at 100 feet per second.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry" is all the ashamed disembodied head can say…over and over again. Not that it mattered.P
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Those AFC Championship photos don't quite have the same effect after that Super Bowl performance do they?

That's why the "Yeah But...." always coming after Peyton Manning, Big game Pey Pey turned up huh, it's a shame Broncos fans are so deluded they refuse to believe the numbers.
Pretty much the same thing for Brady since 2006

Tom's not that much without a dominant defense either. The great thing about this signing, is that next year Revis will leave after DEN beats you IF they even make it back to the AFCCG. No way Bill pays 20 million to Revis in year 2. Congrats on plan B since 2005! Still has not worked....
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Would you rather have Talib or Revis for this season only?
person adjacent to me. It was virtually impossible for him, or any of the others, and by others I mean high profile business partners and clients, to avert their eyes. They squirm and try not to look, inclined to do their best to carry on and pretend as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening, that they weren't sharing a stall with some guy crapping his intestines out. Releasing smelly, sweaty, shame at 100 feet per second.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry" is all the ashamed disembodied head can say…over and over again. Not that it mattered.P
person adjacent to me. It was virtually impossible for him, or any of the others, and by others I mean high profile business partners and clients, to avert their eyes. They squirm and try not to look, inclined to do their best to carry on and pretend as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening, that they weren't sharing a stall with some guy crapping his intestines out. Releasing smelly, sweaty, shame at 100 feet per second.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry" is all the ashamed disembodied head can say…over and over again. Not that it mattered.P
person adjacent to me. It was virtually impossible for him, or any of the others, and by others I mean high profile business partners and clients, to avert their eyes. They squirm and try not to look, inclined to do their best to carry on and pretend as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening, that they weren't sharing a stall with some guy crapping his intestines out. Releasing smelly, sweaty, shame at 100 feet per second.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry" is all the ashamed disembodied head can say…over and over again. Not that it mattered.P
person adjacent to me. It was virtually impossible for him, or any of the others, and by others I mean high profile business partners and clients, to avert their eyes. They squirm and try not to look, inclined to do their best to carry on and pretend as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening, that they weren't sharing a stall with some guy crapping his intestines out. Releasing smelly, sweaty, shame at 100 feet per second.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry" is all the ashamed disembodied head can say…over and over again. Not that it mattered.P
person adjacent to me. It was virtually impossible for him, or any of the others, and by others I mean high profile business partners and clients, to avert their eyes. They squirm and try not to look, inclined to do their best to carry on and pretend as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening, that they weren't sharing a stall with some guy crapping his intestines out. Releasing smelly, sweaty, shame at 100 feet per second.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry" is all the ashamed disembodied head can say…over and over again. Not that it mattered.P
person adjacent to me. It was virtually impossible for him, or any of the others, and by others I mean high profile business partners and clients, to avert their eyes. They squirm and try not to look, inclined to do their best to carry on and pretend as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening, that they weren't sharing a stall with some guy crapping his intestines out. Releasing smelly, sweaty, shame at 100 feet per second.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry" is all the ashamed disembodied head can say…over and over again. Not that it mattered.P
person adjacent to me. It was virtually impossible for him, or any of the others, and by others I mean high profile business partners and clients, to avert their eyes. They squirm and try not to look, inclined to do their best to carry on and pretend as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening, that they weren't sharing a stall with some guy crapping his intestines out. Releasing smelly, sweaty, shame at 100 feet per second.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry" is all the ashamed disembodied head can say…over and over again. Not that it mattered.P
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It all started when our (former gay porn) star, Bill CHEATER, woke up in a lemur-infested moor. It was the sixth time it had happened. Feeling barely exasperated, Bill CHEATER grabbed a wolverine, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). Heart filled with earnest fortitude, he realized that his beloved iPad was missing! Immediately he called his annoying neighbor, Brady LikesMen. Bill CHEATER had known Brady LikesMen for (plus or minus) half a million years, the majority of which were electric ones. Brady LikesMen was unique. He was outgoing though sometimes a little... stupid. Bill CHEATER called him anyway, for the situation was urgent.

Brady LikesMen picked up to a very calm Bill CHEATER. Brady LikesMen calmly assured him that most venomous koalas yawn before mating, yet South American hissing sloths usually sassily cringe *after* mating. He had no idea what that meant; he was only concerned with distracting Bill CHEATER. Why was Brady LikesMen trying to distract Bill CHEATER? Because he had snuck out from Bill CHEATER's with the iPad only ten days prior. It was a sassy little iPad... how could he resist?

It didn't take long before Bill CHEATER got back to the subject at hand: his iPad. Brady LikesMen grimaced. Relunctantly, Brady LikesMen invited him over, assuring him they'd find the iPad. Bill CHEATER grabbed his refrigerator and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, Brady LikesMen realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the iPad and he had to do it thoughtfully. He figured that if Bill CHEATER took the 'modded' Civic, he had take at least eleven minutes before Bill CHEATER would get there. But if he took the Segway? Then Brady LikesMen would be alarmingly screwed.

Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, Brady LikesMen was interrupted by five stupid marmots that were lured by his iPad. Brady LikesMen shuddered; 'Not again', he thought. Feeling frustrated, he skillfully reached for his banana and thoughtfully grabbed every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the secret vineyard, squealing with discontent. He exhaled with relief. That's when he heard the Segway rolling up. It was Bill CHEATER.

----o0o----

As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at Texaco to pick up a 12-pack of carrots, so he knew he was running late. With a inept leap, Bill CHEATER was out of the Segway and went wildly jaunting toward Brady LikesMen's front door. Meanwhile inside, Brady LikesMen was panicking. Not thinking, he tossed the iPad into a box of bananas and then slid the box behind his giraffe. Brady LikesMen was exasperated but at least the iPad was concealed. The doorbell rang.

'Come in,' Brady LikesMen surreptitiously purred. With a skillful push, Bill CHEATER opened the door. 'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some insensitive noble genius in a tricycle,' he lied. 'It's fine,' Brady LikesMen assured him. Bill CHEATER took a seat ridiculously unclose to where Brady LikesMen had hidden the iPad. Brady LikesMen belched trying unsuccessfully to hide his nervousness. ', can I get you anything?' he blurted. But Bill CHEATER was distracted. A few unsatisfying minutes later, Brady LikesMen noticed a insensitive look on Bill CHEATER's face. Bill CHEATER slowly opened his mouth to speak.

'...What's that smell?'

Brady LikesMen felt a stabbing pain in his ear when Bill CHEATER asked this. In a moment of disbelief, he realized that he had hidden the iPad right by his oscillating fan. 'Wh-what? I don't smell anything..!' A lie. A clueless look started to form on Bill CHEATER's face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's bananas from when she used to have pet South American hissing sloths. She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. Bill CHEATER nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before Brady LikesMen could react, Bill CHEATER carefully lunged toward the box and opened it. The iPad was plainly in view.

Bill CHEATER stared at Brady LikesMen for what what must've been seven hours. Unaware of the bleakness of existence, Brady LikesMen groped wildly in Bill CHEATER's direction, clearly desperate. Bill CHEATER grabbed the iPad and bolted for the door. It was locked. Brady LikesMen let out a enchanting chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, Bill CHEATER,' he rebuked. Brady LikesMen always had been a little annoying, so Bill CHEATER knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before Brady LikesMen did something crazy, like... start chucking bananas at him or something. With fist clenched and teeth gnashed, he gripped his iPad tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels.

Brady LikesMen looked on, blankly. 'What the hell? That seemed excessive. The other door was open, you know.' Silence from Bill CHEATER. 'And to think, I varnished that window frame five days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly he felt a tinge of concern for Bill CHEATER. 'Oh. You ..okay?' Still silence. Brady LikesMen walked over to the window and looked down. Bill CHEATER was gone.

----o0o----

Just yonder, Bill CHEATER was struggling to make his way through the lemur-infested moor behind Brady LikesMen's place. Bill CHEATER had severely hurt his shin during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength. Another pack of feral marmots suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the iPad. One by one they latched on to Bill CHEATER. Already weakened from his injury, Bill CHEATER yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of marmots running off with his iPad.

About two hours later, Bill CHEATER awoke, his double chin throbbing. It was dark and Bill CHEATER did not know where he was. Deep in the inhospitable imaginery desert, Bill CHEATER was abnormally lost. In a tragically predictable turn of events, he remembered that his iPad was taken by the marmots. But at that point, he was just thankful for his life. That's when, to his horror, a oversized marmot emerged from the magical cornfield. It was the alpha marmot. Bill CHEATER opened his mouth to scream but was cut short when the marmot sunk its teeth into Bill CHEATER's ear. With a faint groan, the life escaped from Bill CHEATER's lungs, but not before he realized that he was a failure.

Less than six miles away, Brady LikesMen was entombed by anguish over the loss of the iPad. 'MY PRECIOUS!!' he cried, as he reached for a sharpened potato. With a skillful thrust, he buried it deeply into his armpit. As the room began to fade to black, he thought about Bill CHEATER... wishing he had found the courage to tell him that he loved him. But he would die alone that day. All that remained was the iPad that had turned them against each other, ultimately causing their demise. And as the dew on melancholy sappling branches began to reflect the dawn's reddish glare, all that could be heard was the chilling cry of distant marmots, desecrating all things sacred to virtuous men, and perpetuating an evil that would reign for centuries to come. Our heroes would've lived unhappily ever after, but they were too busy being dead. So, no one lived forever after, the end.

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person adjacent to me. It was virtually impossible for him, or any of the others, and by others I mean high profile business partners and clients, to avert their eyes. They squirm and try not to look, inclined to do their best to carry on and pretend as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening, that they weren't sharing a stall with some guy crapping his intestines out. Releasing smelly, sweaty, shame at 100 feet per second.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry" is all the ashamed disembodied head can say…over and over again. Not that it mattered.P
person adjacent to me. It was virtually impossible for him, or any of the others, and by others I mean high profile business partners and clients, to avert their eyes. They squirm and try not to look, inclined to do their best to carry on and pretend as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening, that they weren't sharing a stall with some guy crapping his intestines out. Releasing smelly, sweaty, shame at 100 feet per second.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry" is all the ashamed disembodied head can say…over and over again. Not that it mattered.P
person adjacent to me. It was virtually impossible for him, or any of the others, and by others I mean high profile business partners and clients, to avert their eyes. They squirm and try not to look, inclined to do their best to carry on and pretend as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening, that they weren't sharing a stall with some guy crapping his intestines out. Releasing smelly, sweaty, shame at 100 feet per second.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry" is all the ashamed disembodied head can say…over and over again. Not that it mattered.P
person adjacent to me. It was virtually impossible for him, or any of the others, and by others I mean high profile business partners and clients, to avert their eyes. They squirm and try not to look, inclined to do their best to carry on and pretend as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening, that they weren't sharing a stall with some guy crapping his intestines out. Releasing smelly, sweaty, shame at 100 feet per second.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry" is all the ashamed disembodied head can say…over and over again. Not that it mattered.P
person adjacent to me. It was virtually impossible for him, or any of the others, and by others I mean high profile business partners and clients, to avert their eyes. They squirm and try not to look, inclined to do their best to carry on and pretend as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening, that they weren't sharing a stall with some guy crapping his intestines out. Releasing smelly, sweaty, shame at 100 feet per second.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry" is all the ashamed disembodied head can say…over and over again. Not that it mattered.P
person adjacent to me. It was virtually impossible for him, or any of the others, and by others I mean high profile business partners and clients, to avert their eyes. They squirm and try not to look, inclined to do their best to carry on and pretend as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening, that they weren't sharing a stall with some guy crapping his intestines out. Releasing smelly, sweaty, shame at 100 feet per second.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry" is all the ashamed disembodied head can say…over and over again. Not that it mattered.P
person adjacent to me. It was virtually impossible for him, or any of the others, and by others I mean high profile business partners and clients, to avert their eyes. They squirm and try not to look, inclined to do their best to carry on and pretend as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening, that they weren't sharing a stall with some guy crapping his intestines out. Releasing smelly, sweaty, shame at 100 feet per second.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry" is all the ashamed disembodied head can say…over and over again. Not that it mattered.P
person adjacent to me. It was virtually impossible for him, or any of the others, and by others I mean high profile business partners and clients, to avert their eyes. They squirm and try not to look, inclined to do their best to carry on and pretend as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening, that they weren't sharing a stall with some guy crapping his intestines out. Releasing smelly, sweaty, shame at 100 feet per second.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry" is all the ashamed disembodied head can say…over and over again. Not that it mattered.P
person adjacent to me. It was virtually impossible for him, or any of the others, and by others I mean high profile business partners and clients, to avert their eyes. They squirm and try not to look, inclined to do their best to carry on and pretend as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening, that they weren't sharing a stall with some guy crapping his intestines out. Releasing smelly, sweaty, shame at 100 feet per second.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry" is all the ashamed disembodied head can say…over and over again. Not that it mattered.P
person adjacent to me. It was virtually impossible for him, or any of the others, and by others I mean high profile business partners and clients, to avert their eyes. They squirm and try not to look, inclined to do their best to carry on and pretend as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening, that they weren't sharing a stall with some guy crapping his intestines out. Releasing smelly, sweaty, shame at 100 feet per second.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry" is all the ashamed disembodied head can say…over and over again. Not that it mattered.P
person adjacent to me. It was virtually impossible for him, or any of the others, and by others I mean high profile business partners and clients, to avert their eyes. They squirm and try not to look, inclined to do their best to carry on and pretend as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening, that they weren't sharing a stall with some guy crapping his intestines out. Releasing smelly, sweaty, shame at 100 feet per second.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry" is all the ashamed disembodied head can say…over and over again. Not that it mattered.P
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person adjacent to me. It was virtually impossible for him, or any of the others, and by others I mean high profile business partners and clients, to avert their eyes. They squirm and try not to look, inclined to do their best to carry on and pretend as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening, that they weren't sharing a stall with some guy crapping his intestines out. Releasing smelly, sweaty, shame at 100 feet per second.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry" is all the ashamed disembodied head can say…over and over again. Not that it mattered.P
person adjacent to me. It was virtually impossible for him, or any of the others, and by others I mean high profile business partners and clients, to avert their eyes. They squirm and try not to look, inclined to do their best to carry on and pretend as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening, that they weren't sharing a stall with some guy crapping his intestines out. Releasing smelly, sweaty, shame at 100 feet per second.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry" is all the ashamed disembodied head can say…over and over again. Not that it mattered.P
person adjacent to me. It was virtually impossible for him, or any of the others, and by others I mean high profile business partners and clients, to avert their eyes. They squirm and try not to look, inclined to do their best to carry on and pretend as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening, that they weren't sharing a stall with some guy crapping his intestines out. Releasing smelly, sweaty, shame at 100 feet per second.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry" is all the ashamed disembodied head can say…over and over again. Not that it mattered.P
person adjacent to me. It was virtually impossible for him, or any of the others, and by others I mean high profile business partners and clients, to avert their eyes. They squirm and try not to look, inclined to do their best to carry on and pretend as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening, that they weren't sharing a stall with some guy crapping his intestines out. Releasing smelly, sweaty, shame at 100 feet per second.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry" is all the ashamed disembodied head can say…over and over again. Not that it mattered.P
person adjacent to me. It was virtually impossible for him, or any of the others, and by others I mean high profile business partners and clients, to avert their eyes. They squirm and try not to look, inclined to do their best to carry on and pretend as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening, that they weren't sharing a stall with some guy crapping his intestines out. Releasing smelly, sweaty, shame at 100 feet per second.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry" is all the ashamed disembodied head can say…over and over again. Not that it mattered.P
person adjacent to me. It was virtually impossible for him, or any of the others, and by others I mean high profile business partners and clients, to avert their eyes. They squirm and try not to look, inclined to do their best to carry on and pretend as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening, that they weren't sharing a stall with some guy crapping his intestines out. Releasing smelly, sweaty, shame at 100 feet per second.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry" is all the ashamed disembodied head can say…over and over again. Not that it mattered.P
person adjacent to me. It was virtually impossible for him, or any of the others, and by others I mean high profile business partners and clients, to avert their eyes. They squirm and try not to look, inclined to do their best to carry on and pretend as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening, that they weren't sharing a stall with some guy crapping his intestines out. Releasing smelly, sweaty, shame at 100 feet per second.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry" is all the ashamed disembodied head can say…over and over again. Not that it mattered.P
person adjacent to me. It was virtually impossible for him, or any of the others, and by others I mean high profile business partners and clients, to avert their eyes. They squirm and try not to look, inclined to do their best to carry on and pretend as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening, that they weren't sharing a stall with some guy crapping his intestines out. Releasing smelly, sweaty, shame at 100 feet per second.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry" is all the ashamed disembodied head can say…over and over again. Not that it mattered.P
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person adjacent to me. It was virtually impossible for him, or any of the others, and by others I mean high profile business partners and clients, to avert their eyes. They squirm and try not to look, inclined to do their best to carry on and pretend as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening, that they weren't sharing a stall with some guy crapping his intestines out. Releasing smelly, sweaty, shame at 100 feet per second.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry" is all the ashamed disembodied head can say…over and over again. Not that it mattered.P
person adjacent to me. It was virtually impossible for him, or any of the others, and by others I mean high profile business partners and clients, to avert their eyes. They squirm and try not to look, inclined to do their best to carry on and pretend as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening, that they weren't sharing a stall with some guy crapping his intestines out. Releasing smelly, sweaty, shame at 100 feet per second.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry" is all the ashamed disembodied head can say…over and over again. Not that it mattered.P
person adjacent to me. It was virtually impossible for him, or any of the others, and by others I mean high profile business partners and clients, to avert their eyes. They squirm and try not to look, inclined to do their best to carry on and pretend as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening, that they weren't sharing a stall with some guy crapping his intestines out. Releasing smelly, sweaty, shame at 100 feet per second.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry" is all the ashamed disembodied head can say…over and over again. Not that it mattered.P
person adjacent to me. It was virtually impossible for him, or any of the others, and by others I mean high profile business partners and clients, to avert their eyes. They squirm and try not to look, inclined to do their best to carry on and pretend as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening, that they weren't sharing a stall with some guy crapping his intestines out. Releasing smelly, sweaty, shame at 100 feet per second.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry" is all the ashamed disembodied head can say…over and over again. Not that it mattered.P
person adjacent to me. It was virtually impossible for him, or any of the others, and by others I mean high profile business partners and clients, to avert their eyes. They squirm and try not to look, inclined to do their best to carry on and pretend as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening, that they weren't sharing a stall with some guy crapping his intestines out. Releasing smelly, sweaty, shame at 100 feet per second.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry" is all the ashamed disembodied head can say…over and over again. Not that it mattered.P
person adjacent to me. It was virtually impossible for him, or any of the others, and by others I mean high profile business partners and clients, to avert their eyes. They squirm and try not to look, inclined to do their best to carry on and pretend as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening, that they weren't sharing a stall with some guy crapping his intestines out. Releasing smelly, sweaty, shame at 100 feet per second.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry" is all the ashamed disembodied head can say…over and over again. Not that it mattered.P
person adjacent to me. It was virtually impossible for him, or any of the others, and by others I mean high profile business partners and clients, to avert their eyes. They squirm and try not to look, inclined to do their best to carry on and pretend as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening, that they weren't sharing a stall with some guy crapping his intestines out. Releasing smelly, sweaty, shame at 100 feet per second.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry" is all the ashamed disembodied head can say…over and over again. Not that it mattered.P
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How is that Revis signing working out for you again.....
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"Es en todas partes," dijo residente del área Phillip Reynolds, quien afirmó que nunca supo tal miedo frío e implacable. "La sangre es en todas partes".

Acompañado por un olor a la vez familiar y sin embargo extrañamente extranjero, la sangre, según informes, ha comenzado a fluir desde las paredes, los pisos y, en varios incidentes aislados, ha surgido del entorno limitado de un niño. Además, no, no, oh, núm.... ¿Qué pasó con todas las luces?

"Por favor, sacarlo de mí," dijo maestro de escuela primaria y madre de tres Janice Wilkins, que aparentaba ser forcejeo en un charco carmesí de líquidos desconocidos. ' Está en mi cabello. Oh, Dios mío, es en la boca. Por favor,.''Es por todas partes,' residente del área dijo Phillip Reynolds, quien afirmó que nunca supo tal miedo frío e implacable. "La sangre es en todas partes".

Acompañado por un olor a la vez familiar y sin embargo extrañamente extranjero, la sangre, según informes, ha comenzado a fluir desde las paredes, los pisos y, en varios incidentes aislados, ha surgido del entorno limitado de un niño. Además, no, no, oh, núm.... ¿Qué pasó con todas las luces?

"Por favor, sacarlo de mí," dijo maestro de escuela primaria y madre de tres Janice Wilkins, que aparentaba ser forcejeo en un charco carmesí de líquidos desconocidos. ' Está en mi cabello. Oh, Dios mío, es en la boca. Por favor,.''Es por todas partes,' residente del área dijo Phillip Reynolds, quien afirmó que nunca supo tal miedo frío e implacable. "La sangre es en todas partes".

Acompañado por un olor a la vez familiar y sin embargo extrañamente extranjero, la sangre, según informes, ha comenzado a fluir desde las paredes, los pisos y, en varios incidentes aislados, ha surgido del entorno limitado de un niño. Además, no, no, oh, núm.... ¿Qué pasó con todas las luces?

"Por favor, sacarlo de mí," dijo maestro de escuela primaria y madre de tres Janice Wilkins, que aparentaba ser forcejeo en un charco carmesí de líquidos desconocidos. ' Está en mi cabello. Oh, Dios mío, es en la boca. Por favor,.''Es por todas partes,' residente del área dijo Phillip Reynolds, quien afirmó que nunca supo tal miedo frío e implacable. "La sangre es en todas partes".

Acompañado por un olor a la vez familiar y sin embargo extrañamente extranjero, la sangre, según informes, ha comenzado a fluir desde las paredes, los pisos y, en varios incidentes aislados, ha surgido del entorno limitado de un niño. Además, no, no, oh, núm.... ¿Qué pasó con todas las luces?

"Por favor, sacarlo de mí," dijo maestro de escuela primaria y madre de tres Janice Wilkins, que aparentaba ser forcejeo en un charco carmesí de líquidos desconocidos. ' Está en mi cabello. Oh, Dios mío, es en la boca. Por favor,.''Es por todas partes,' residente del área dijo Phillip Reynolds, quien afirmó que nunca supo tal miedo frío e implacable. "La sangre es en todas partes".

Acompañado por un olor a la vez familiar y sin embargo extrañamente extranjero, la sangre, según informes, ha comenzado a fluir desde las paredes, los pisos y, en varios incidentes aislados, ha surgido del entorno limitado de un niño. Además, no, no, oh, núm.... ¿Qué pasó con todas las luces?

"Por favor, sacarlo de mí," dijo maestro de escuela primaria y madre de tres Janice Wilkins, que aparentaba ser forcejeo en un charco carmesí de líquidos desconocidos. ' Está en mi cabello. Oh, Dios mío, es en la boca. Por favor.» "Es en todas partes," dijo residente del área Phillip Reynolds, quien afirmó que nunca supo tal miedo frío e implacable. "La sangre es en todas partes".

Acompañado por un olor a la vez familiar y sin embargo extrañamente extranjero, la sangre, según informes, ha comenzado a fluir desde las paredes, los pisos y, en varios incidentes aislados, ha surgido del entorno limitado de un niño. Además, no, no, oh, núm.... ¿Qué pasó con todas las luces?

"Por favor, sacarlo de mí," dijo maestro de escuela primaria y madre de tres Janice Wilkins, que aparentaba ser forcejeo en un charco carmesí de líquidos desconocidos. ' Está en mi cabello. Oh, Dios mío, es en la boca. Por favor,.''Es por todas partes,' residente del área dijo Phillip Reynolds, quien afirmó que nunca supo tal miedo frío e implacable. "La sangre es en todas partes".

Acompañado por un olor a la vez familiar y sin embargo extrañamente extranjero, la sangre, según informes, ha comenzado a fluir desde las paredes, los pisos y, en varios incidentes aislados, ha surgido del entorno limitado de un niño. Además, no, no, oh, núm.... ¿Qué pasó con todas las luces?

"Por favor, sacarlo de mí," dijo maestro de escuela primaria y madre de tres Janice Wilkins, que aparentaba ser forcejeo en un charco carmesí de líquidos desconocidos. ' Está en mi cabello. Oh, Dios mío, es en la boca. Por favor.»
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Those AFC Championship photos don't quite have the same effect after that Super Bowl performance do they?

That's why the "Yeah But...." always coming after Peyton Manning, Big game Pey Pey turned up huh, it's a shame Broncos fans are so deluded they refuse to believe the numbers.
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On the upside for the Pats, instead of choking in the Super Bowl, now they choke in the AFC Championship games.

So if Edelman leaves will we see this again:
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You want me to do a Broncos Super Bowl special?

You guys are famous for it, is that 3 times now?

Lets talk about the stats, you downgraded your corner play if you were polled last season if you wanted DRC or Talib 95% of you would say DRC.
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Revis a great pickup no doubt about it. Still though a panic move by the pats as evidenced by the length of the deal. They had no choice but to try and keep pace with the Broncos.

Lost in all this is how Ward is actually a bigger addition. He is great in the red zone when teams are trying to score, and in the box where the Broncos have struggled to make big hits in the middle of the field.

Throw in Ware to the pass rush and Talib is basically just the Broncos standing pat at the corner spot. Getting someone who can do the same job DRC filled last yr.

Revis a great player but his goal will still be a long term deal. Towards the end of the season when it's time to play hurt etc, you wonder what his loyalty will be to the pats. A team that shows no loyalty to players.
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Meanwhile one of your new WR is coming off surgery, one is leaving the team, one can never stay healthy and the other just isn't that good.
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3Henoch, Methuselah, Lamech,

4Noah, Shem, Ham, and Japheth.

5The sons of Japheth; Gomer, and Magog, and Madai, and Javan, and Tubal, and Meshech, and Tiras.

6And the sons of Gomer; Ashchenaz, and Riphath, and Togarmah.

7And the sons of Javan; Elishah, and Tarshish, Kittim, and Dodanim.

8The sons of Ham; Cush, and Mizraim, Put, and Canaan.

9And the sons of Cush; Seba, and Havilah, and Sabta, and Raamah, and Sabtecha. And the sons of Raamah; Sheba, and Dedan.

10And Cush begat Nimrod: he began to be mighty upon the earth.

11And Mizraim begat Ludim, and Anamim, and Lehabim, and Naphtuhim,

12And Pathrusim, and Casluhim, (of whom came the Philistines,) and Caphthorim.

13And Canaan begat Zidon his firstborn, and Heth,

14The Jebusite also, and the Amorite, and the Girga****e,

15And the Hivite, and the Arkite, and the Sinite,

16And the Arvadite, and the Zemarite, and the Hamathite.

17The sons of Shem; Elam, and Asshur, and Arphaxad, and Lud, and Aram, and Uz, and Hul, and Gether, and Meshech.

18And Arphaxad begat Shelah, and Shelah begat Eber.

19And unto Eber were born two sons: the name of the one was Peleg; because in his days the earth was divided: and his brother's name was Joktan.

20And Joktan begat Almodad, and Sheleph, and Hazarmaveth, and Jerah,

21Hadoram also, and Uzal, and Diklah,

22And Ebal, and Abimael, and Sheba,

23And Ophir, and Havilah, and Jobab. All these were the sons of Joktan.

24Shem, Arphaxad, Shelah,

25Eber, Peleg, Reu,

26Serug, Nahor, Terah,

27Abram; the same is Abraham.

28The sons of Abraham; Isaac, and Ishmael.

29These are their generations: The firstborn of Ishmael, Nebaioth; then Kedar, and Adbeel, and Mibsam,

30Mishma, and Dumah, Massa, Hadad, and Tema,

31Jetur, Naphish, and Kedemah. These are the sons of Ishmael.

32Now the sons of Keturah, Abraham's concubine: she bare Zimran, and Jokshan, and Medan, and Midian, and Ishbak, and Shuah. And the sons of Jokshan; Sheba, and Dedan.

33And the sons of Midian; Ephah, and Epher, and Henoch, and Abida, and Eldaah. All these are the sons of Keturah.

34And Abraham begat Isaac. The sons of Isaac; Esau and Israel.

35The sons of Esau; Eliphaz, Reuel, and Jeush, and Jaalam, and Korah.

36The sons of Eliphaz; Teman, and Omar, Zephi, and Gatam, Kenaz, and Timna, and Amalek.

37The sons of Reuel; Nahath, Zerah, Shammah, and Mizzah.

38And the sons of Seir; Lotan, and Shobal, and Zibeon, and Anah, and Dishon, and Ezar, and Dishan.

39And the sons of Lotan; Hori, and Homam: and Timna was Lotan's sister.

40The sons of Shobal; Alian, and Manahath, and Ebal, Shephi, and Onam. and the sons of Zibeon; Aiah, and Anah.

41The sons of Anah; Dishon. And the sons of Dishon; Amram, and Eshban, and Ithran, and Cheran.

42The sons of Ezer; Bilhan, and Zavan, and Jakan. The sons of Dishan; Uz, and Aran.

43Now these are the kings that reigned in the land of Edom before any king reigned over the children of Israel; Bela the son of Beor: and the name of his city was Dinhabah.

44And when Bela was dead, Jobab the son of Zerah of Bozrah reigned in his stead.

45And when Jobab was dead, Husham of the land of the Temanites reigned in his stead.

46And when Husham was dead, Hadad the son of Bedad, which smote Midian in the field of Moab, reigned in his stead: and the name of his city was Avith.

47And when Hadad was dead, Samlah of Masrekah reigned in his stead.

48And when Samlah was dead, Shaul of Rehoboth by the river reigned in his stead.

49And when Shaul was dead, Baalhanan the son of Achbor reigned in his stead.

50And when Baalhanan was dead, Hadad reigned in his stead: and the name of his city was Pai; and his wife's name was Mehetabel, the daughter of Matred, the daughter of Mezahab.

51Hadad died also. And the dukes of Edom were; duke Timnah, duke Aliah, duke Jetheth,

52Duke Aholibamah, duke Elah, duke Pinon,

53Duke Kenaz, duke Teman, duke Mibzar,

54Duke Magdiel, duke Iram. These are the dukes of Edom.


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Belichek is a sniveling little b i t ch.
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Pats dline doesn't scare anyone anymore. Meanwhile you could see a Knighton/Ware anchored dline being scary even with only decent guys at the other 2 spots.
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pff rankings mean what exactly? no, seriously. not because it's a thread trying to diminish a Denver pickup. What exactly do those "metrics" say and how are they derived by a bunch of guys who do not know the teams' schemes let alone the individual responsibilities of each and every player on each and every play?

advanced metrics in football fall so short of the mark. someone will post so and so is a -19 like it's some tangible stat when it is not.
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