DD4Bills

The night is black without a moon The air is thick and still The vigilantes gather on The lonely torch lit hill Features distorted in the flickering light Faces are twisted and grotesque Silent and stern in the sweltering night Mob moves like demons possessed Quiet in conscience, calm in their right Confident their ways are best

Shout, shout, shout! Shout, shout, shout! Shout at the devil! He's the wolf screaming lonely in the night He's the blood stain on the stage He's the tear in your eyes, been tempted by his lie He's the knife in your back, he's rage Well, he's the razor to the knife, oh, lonely is our lives My head's spinning 'round and 'round But in the seasons of wither we'll stand and deliver Be strong and laugh and

Toughest professor I had in college (waaay back when, in the dark ages of the 1980s) was one of my engineering profs Junior year. He gave overly hard 3 or 4 question tests, and each question required several steps and calculations, etc. He also gave zero partial credit for any question...you either got the question right (fully credit) or wrong (no credit). So depending on the number of questions on the test, you either got an A (100), a C/D (75/66) or an F (50/33/25/0). When asked about this policy, he would always say "You will be engineers. You design a bridge, the bridge falls down, no partial credit!" I squeaked through that class with a C-...don't worry, I am not at engineer and I don't design bridges.

I'm fixing a hole where the rain gets in And stops my mind from wandering Where it will go I'm filling the cracks that ran through the door And kept my mind from wandering Where it will go

Rag Doll living in a movie Hot tramp Daddy's little cutie You're so fine they'll never see you leaving by the back door, man Hot time get it while it's easy Don't mind come on up and see me Rag Doll baby won't you do me like you done before

In the still of the night I hear the wolf howl, honey Sniffing around your door In the still of the night I feel my heart beating heavy Telling me I gotta have more

On the edge of sleep, I was drifting for half the night Anxious and restless, pressed down by the darkness Bound up and wound up so tight (So tight) So many decisions, a million revisions Caught between darkness and light

This team has the dumbest linemen in the league. Just inexcusably stupid

Cut my life into pieces, this is my last resort Suffocation, no breathing Don't give a f*** if I cut my arm bleeding This is my last resort

Worst half of football all season, and not even close.

Had to step away for a few minutes. Did I miss any screen passes?

This defense is f-cking pathetic. Couple that with an offense that has been reading too many of its own press clippings, and is what you get. ffs

He’d love to spend the night in Zion He’s been a long while in Babylon He’d like a lover’s wings to fly on To a tropic isle of Avalon

So, take a look at me now Well, there's just an empty space And there's nothin' left here to remind me Just the memory of your face Well, take a look at me now Well, there's just an empty space And you comin' back to me is against the odds And that's what I've got to face

Silver and gold Silver and gold Mean so much more when I see Silver and gold decorations On every Christmas tree

Could we have kippers for breakfast Mummy dear, Mummy dear? They gotta have 'em in Texas 'Cause everyone's a millionaire I'm a winner, I'm a sinner Do you want my autograph? I'm a loser, what a joker I'm playing my jokes upon you While there's nothing better to do, hey

I bet the members already talking about them in the other thread are! 😆

Not a big fan of any fake/forced work camaraderie events.

Check the play-by-play. It was 3rd and 7 from the 37 yeard line, and Stafford gained 1 yard to the 36, so would have been 4th and 6 had they declined the penalty.

I've looked at love from both sides now From give and take and still somehow It's love's illusions that I recall I really don't know love I really don't know love at all

because I geared up for the first time this season. Won't happen again. (honestly, though, eff that...this one is on the putrid D, not me).

1. This team does not deserve Josh Allen 2. D should have to take a bus back to Buffalo. Effing putrid 3. should the Bills be lucky enough to make it to the SB, this is the kind of game you should expect.

In my life, there's been heartache and pain I don't know if I can face it again Can't stop now, I've traveled so far To change this lonely life

Head, shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes. Head, shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes. And eyes and ears and mouth and nose. Head, shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes.

This one has been a go-to favorite since it came out in 1997. A guitar-oriented interpretation of Christmas classics by some top axemen of the day.