Morose, like a tuna. Like a turkey burger. Like salad dressing. You’ll be swimming with the noodles. Brains too big to fit in this shoe. Took great pains to strip naked in the most unerotic way possible. Laid those breasts on me and I let out a wail. We’ll both write a page of random phrases and then compare them like we’re playing Scategories. Boxing commentator: "His left hits like French perfume." She was the kind of girl who made you wish you could grow a beard. She was the kind of girl who made you wish she could grow a beard. He won her heart but lost his pants. It’s a federal offence to have sex in a mailbox. A muttering disease. The meat that tastes like cheese. The only meat that tastes like cheese. You’d have a better chance of eating cheese with a straw. The Swiss cheese of meats.
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Did you see the note in the Post-Gazette article on the Heinz Field pep rally about the fan wearing a Neil O'Donnell jersey? Was that you? Or was that Neil himself, back to make amends? Even if he hasn't played in two years, I think I would feel more comfortable with him as a backup than Maddox. Maybe even more comfortable than Batch.
Happy tenth anniversary of Super Bowl XXX.
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