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Does Francesca fall asleep with his head on the mic then blame the interviewer and throw his sick kid under the bus? Giant POS.

Whether it's the football team or the invoice, mostly to me the Bills mean money and time spent with a feeling of anticipation and excitement only to be disappointed when they come due. I've had a number of friends who were Bills (the name, not actual Bills... I mean they were actually named Bill, but they weren't Buffalo Bills... I mean, I guess a few of them were since they lived in Buffalo, but they weren't on the team); better experience in general than the football team or the invoice type... except that one Bill. You know who you are, bastard.

In production with expectations of a 2018 or 2019 premier, Doug Marrone joins a not-so-all-star cast on Blacklist: NFL.

Analytics, B word. Obviously.

These pretzels are making me thirsty.

When you have to qualify "truth" with "in my opinion" isn't that essentially conjecture?

Thanks. I didn't read it. I guess that makes sense in the world of Sal's nonsensical hypothetical.

In this fictional draft, is the expansion team allowed to take more than one player from a team?

If this is meant with respect to a succession plan, she died in 2008 or 2009 after a battle with cancer.

Wasn't there? I thought Rex had a tramp stamp of his likeness.

https://www.teamrankings.com/nfl/stat/points-per-game

This is SO Billsy. We set out to land a free agent WR with pro bowl potential and instead settle for an over-the-hill QB with a history of domestic violence. I am SO DONE with this team.

With a brood of 15ish smaller balls of paring knives in tow.

I would have a discussion with her about how I find pastrami to be the most sensual of the salt cured meats.

I make blackened amberjack with asparagus with a side of Founders Curmudgeon last night. Kirby, I just checked into your 504 Craft Beer Reserve recommendation. I love and hate you for the heads up.

Throw some sautéed mushrooms in and you've got yourself a deal!!

Tricky recipe to get right. The opposum has to be fresh... I mean like you're right behind the car that hits him fresh... for it to taste right. But when it's right... MMMM-mmmm.

I'm thinking it was a reference to asscrack beer luge, but I'm not sure. Hopefully it's not a two girls one cup sort of thing.

It's the only way to eat toddler steaks. It ensures that it kills any remaining trace of innocence.

People tend to surround themselves with others who reflect their beliefs. It's the only way I can envision you having this, now very trite and grating, one-note conversation in real life without the involved parties just up and walking away. Having a contrary opinion is fine, as is stating that opinion. You're entitled to it. Interjecting it into every conversation at every opportunity is crusading, and it's not welcome. You would think by all of the bashing you're getting you'd finally realize that.

My post was meant to back up your point, not call you out. I agree with you. Sorry for the confusion.

Are you suggesting that not to might indicate that one was more interested in saying "I told you so" than in seeing the Bills have a shot at a franchise QB at someone else's expense, a franchise QB that one continually reminds posters on this board that the Bills don't currently have?

Those were the days, weren't they? Life was simpler then. June was in the kitchen fixing dinner. Wally and the Beav were watching TV. Ward was sitting at the table reading the paper. The worst thing you had to worry about was that crazy Eddie Haskel inviting himself to dinner. There were no crusades. Maclin was at the forefront of everyone's mind. The foul odor of asparagus pee was embraced. Discussion of beer and food prevailed. Maybe we would circle back around to Maclin, maybe not. Gas was 75¢ a gallon at the pump. We shared stories of walking to school uphill both ways in the snow. Now look at things. Human sacrifice, dogs and cats living together... mass hysteria! How I long for the old days.