Thursday, January 11, 2007
clips win, maybe their biggest dub of the season so far, at minnie, on a maggette j with 5 seconds left (kg missed one at the buzzer), 2nd in a row with sam testicle dance back on the floor.
not that this shot or his impressive game necessarily changes things big pic wise, but that picture says a thousand words. maggs can be (and is, often) huge on this team. dunleavy signore, cmon, bury the hatchet in whatever birdshit sandwich you're obsessed with dining on and lets use maggs to his fullest, for the season, and get this shit on track (which is what appears to be happnin, but in clips nat, ducks walking don't necessarily quack).
for at least one more day, the nation is a great place to reside, and my peramanent addy of crapsterpiece manor never smelled better. gratzi, fellas.
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
say it ain’t so marsho. Yup, marshawn lynch (pictured, flying by the texas a&m baffleders, er, aggs) is goin pro, headed to the national football blah blah. Pray for another antithesis of the tale of russel white, but I don’t see that happnin, russel left a year too late, sadly, for me, but best for lynch, marshey’s leavin at the pic perf tiempo, remember I told you this, and no he ain’t anudda jj Arrington either, he’s the real dillio Tyson ear getting chomped hombre. Sayonara marshmallow mayne, and gratzi por la memoirs. Salud. and yes I know it's old news, but digestion is two thirds execution and one third pontification.
Monday, January 08, 2007
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Go clips, another chance to win a road game against a beat up sadsack squad tonite, which shall likely be squandered as dunleavy signore tries to wack square pegs into those pretty round holes. Salud!