DD4Bills

Sitting in the stand of the sports arena Waiting for the show to begin Red lights, green lights, strawberry wine A good friend of mine, follow the stars Venus and Mars Are alright tonight

WTF. 147 pages in less than 22 hrs from people that know NOTHING about the situation other than what has been spoon fed through social media. 146 pages of ill-informed speculation, chest-thumping "I am right" takes with absolute certainty in support of both the victim and the accused, and no end in sight. 'Murica! The only absolute here is that we know nothing and will continue to know nothing until facts are established, cases (civil or criminal) are tried, and verdicts are rendered...and then we'll get 146 more pages of why those verdicts are either absolutely correct or totally BS. If I were in any position of authority with the Bills, I would push for NOT dressing him in light of this ***** storm...whatever the NFL equivalent of "paid administrative leave" is.

Every mornin' there's a halo hangin' from the corner Of my girlfriend's four-post bed I know it's not mine, but I'll see if I can use it For the weekend or a one-night stand

If I could read your mind, love What a tale your thoughts could tell Just like a paperback novel The kind the drugstore sells When you reach the part where the heartaches come The hero would be me But heroes often fail And you won't read that book again Because the ending's just too hard to take

One step closer I have died everyday waiting for you Darling don't be afraid I have loved you For a thousand years I'll love you for a thousand more

I remember standing on the corner at midnight Trying to get my courage up There was this long lovely dancer in a little club downtown I loved to watch her do her stuff Through the long lonely nights she filled my sleep Her body softly swaying to that smoky beat Down on Main street

Anyone have Tasker’s cell number? Someone needs to let him know that he does NOT have to fill every second between plays with an exasperating combination of obvious observations and head-scratching misstatements. ffs

I'm gonna tell you how it's gonna be 'Bop-bop-bop-bop You're gonna give your love to me Bop-bop-bop-bop I want to love you night and day 'Bop-bop-bop-bop You know my loving not fade away Bop-bop-bop-bop Well you know my loving not fade away

The Magical Mystery Tour Is waiting to take you away Waiting to take you away

It was long after midnight When we got to unconditional love She said "sure my heart is boundless but don't push my limits too far" I said "if love is so transcendent, I don't understand these boundaries" She said "just don't disappoint me, you know how complex women are"

Come on, Eileen Oh, I swear (what he means) At this moment You mean everything You in that dress My thoughts, I confess Verge on dirty Ah, come on, Eileen

Well we all have a face That we hide away forever And we take them out And show ourselves When everyone has gone Some are satin some are steel Some are silk and some are leather They're the faces of the stranger But we love to try them on

Do you remember The 21st night of September? Love was changin' the minds of pretenders While chasin' the clouds away Our hearts were ringin' In the key that our souls were singin' As we danced in the night, remember How the stars stole the night away, oh, yeah

So this happened last night...would love to have been there.

I'm coming home I'm coming home Tell the world I'm coming home Let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday I know my kingdom awaits and they've forgiven my mistakes I'm coming home, I'm coming home Tell the world that I'm coming

There is nothing quite as wonderful as money! There is nothing quite as beautiful as cash! Some people say it's folly, but I'd rather have the lolly With money you can make a splash! There is nothing quite as wonderful as money! There is nothing like a newly minted pound! Everyone must hanker for the butchness of a banker It's accountancy that makes the world go round!

I'll never be your beast of burden My back is broad but it's a-hurting All I want for you to make love to me I'll never be your beast of burden I've walked for miles, my feet are hurting All I want for you to make love to me

Don't think I've seen Rousseau mentioned at all in any training camp updates...good, bad, or otherwise. Is he just quietly going about his business?

Woke up this morning with a wine glass in my hand Whose wine? What wine? Where the hell did I dine? Must have been a dream I don't believe where I've been Come on, let's do it again Do you, you feel like I do? Do you, you feel like I do?

Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray. Ooh, the more I get of you, the stranger it feels, yeah. And now that your rose is in bloom. A light hits the gloom On the gray.

The obsession that fans have over uniform color combinations, "alternate helmets", and crap like that is ridiculous. If your team is good (or if they suck), they will still be good (or still suck) regardless of the uniform color combo or helmet they are wearing. It's all just opportunities to fleece a fan base out of their hard-earned money to get them to buy more unnecessary crap.

Oh beautiful, for spacious skies For amber waves of grain For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain

It's a beautiful day Sky falls, you feel like It's a beautiful day Don't let it get away You're on the road But you've got no destination You're in the mud In the maze of her imagination

But underneath that cold exterior I know you've got a heart of gold. So aloof, so superior, But you've got a heart of gold.

Heart of mine How will you keep from dying Stop reminiscing who is she kissing? Heart of mine Oh what's the use in trying No one can mend you now