Roundybout

Carter and Lawrence is one heck of a defensive front four

Assuming they haven't hidden the button somewhere

I hate the stupid speech before each pick. It's like a cooking website that makes you read a person's entire life story before you get to the damn recipe.

Right when Arch Manning is supposed to come out

Roger needs to be drunk in his basement again like 2020

Just get our pick in before midnight is all I ask

Jags trading for Jeanty?

He’d be a top-10 guy if it weren’t for that injury though

This would be lovely

Weber’s right?

Impossible! Who could have seen this coming?

Id be down to trade a mid-round pick for Newsome, then spend our first on Grant.

Joan was quizzical, studied pataphysical Science in the home Late nights all alone with a test-tube ohh oh oh oh Maxwell Edison majoring in medicine Calls her on the phone Can I take you out to the pictures, Joan? But as she's getting ready to go A knock comes on the door Bang, bang, Maxwell's silver hammer Came down upon her head Bang, bang, Maxwell's silver hammer Made sure that she was dead

Can you show me exactly where I’ve advocated for “communes” and “stacked storage container cities?” Don’t remember Jane Jacobs writing about that.

“pweeeeese stahpppp 🥺🥺🥺”

Another L incoming

He won’t. He hides from posts like yours until he feels he can get some stupid quip in that has nothing to do with the topic at hand.

I know! I love that they’re cutting food inspections! Can’t wait to roll the dice on if my milk will give me explosive diarrhea or not

Did he consult DOGE to make sure this wasn’t frivolous waste?

Police unions are one of the reasons it’s impossible to get rid of the bad apples.

Why should I pay thousands for a TV just so some slob in Ohio can turn bolts on an assembly line for $30k a year? It’s a backwards way of thinking.

Riding on the City of New Orleans Illinois Central, monday morning rail, fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders, three conductors, twenty-five sacks of mail. All along the southbound Odyssey the train pulls out of Kankakee and rolls along past houses, farms and fields, passing trains that have no name and freight yards full of old black men and the graveyards of the rusted automobiles. Good morning America, how are ya? Say, don't you know me? I'm your native son. I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans, I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done

Uh.

Cook and a second for Jamo Williams and a third