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If I believed in reincarnation, I'd think that Pete Townshend was Beethoven in a previous life. Listen to Quadrophenia, start to finish, and see why. Turn off all distractions. Read the lyrics. Listen.

Nice. Thanks for posting! His optimism is based on Foster's performance last year, plus the assumptions that 1) another speedster will take the pressure off of him, and 2) an improved o-line will give more time for the long plays to develop. Given the dismal state of our o-line and WR corps last year, combined with the off-season changes to those groups, it's safe to say that his assumptions are pretty reasonable. Scientifically, it's a good hypothesis. I'm looking forward to seeing the experiment performed.

It must be getting early, clocks are running late Paint-by-number morning sky looks so phony Dawn is breaking everywhere Light a candle, curse the glare Draw the curtains, I don't care 'cause it's alright I will get by I will get by I will get by I will survive

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Well, she was just seventeen You know what I mean And the way she looked Was way beyond compare So how could I dance with another When I saw her standing there?

If he cared that much about his kids, he'd retire and spend even more time with them.

When I was in college, a friend and I were talking about our fathers. Both were men of faith, proud patriots, disciplined ... they probably would have been friends if they had known each other. As it turned out, both were also WWII veterans. Oh, did I mention that my friend was from Japan? Yeah, there was an awkward moment when we both realized that our fathers were on opposite sides of the big war. Two guys with more similarities than differences, but because of petty politics, either one could have killed the other. I have great respect for those who have fought to defend our freedoms, and I think the best way to honor their sacrifices is to prevent any more from having to do the same.

^ "The Rodeo Song" was popular in my bar-hopping days. Oh, so cold up north that the birds can't hardly fly So cold up north that the birds can't hardly fly I'm going back south And let this winter pass on by.

My Mom's sauce included meatballs, Italian sausage, and chunks of pork. It cooked all day on the stove, and by early afternoon, my brother and I were scooping up bowlfuls to eat with Italian bread. Molta bella!

What about eggs? Who's the first guy who looked at a chicken and said, "I'm gonna eat the things that come out of its butt"?

You try to gimme your money You better save it, babe Save it for your rainy day I have only one burnin' desire Let me stand next to your fire

Italian sausage with sauteed peppers and onions on a hard roll. Delizioso!

He should have held out for a better girlfriend.

The bottles stand as empty, as they were filled before. Time there was and plenty, but from that cup no more. Though I could not caution all, I still might warn a few: Don't lend your hand to raise no flag atop no ship of fools.

I believe he's exhibiting symptoms of a condition known as "empathy."

Welcome my son, welcome to the machine What did you dream? It's alright, we told you what to dream You dreamed of a big star He played a mean guitar He always ate in the Steak Bar He loved to drive in his Jaguar So welcome to the machine

And the sign said "Long-haired freaky people need not apply" So I tucked my hair up under my hat and I went in to ask him why He said "You look like a fine upstanding young man, I think you'll do" So I took off my hat, I said "Imagine that. Huh! Me workin' for you!

Almost cut my hair Happened just the other day It's gettin' kind of long I could've said it was in my way But I didn't and I wonder why I feel like letting my freak flag fly And I feel like I owe it to someone

Spent my days with a woman unkind Smoked my stuff and drank all my wine. Made up my mind to make a new start Going To California with an aching in my heart.

Suzy is an artist, she paints quite a lot An artist she may be but a genius she is not She says she wants to be a sociologist But she better first get checked by a neurologist Suzy , Suzy , Suzy , Suzy Suzy , Suzy Greenberg

That's not a go-to, it's a bring to. ? The smart-ass response you're looking for is, "Reservations," as in, "What's my sister's favorite thing to make for dinner?"

Stir fry: - whatever kind of meat we have on hand - whatever kind of veggies we have on hand - whatever seasonings go with the meat and veggies - rice on the side if I have time, couscous if not Alternative: substitute tortillas for the rice or couscous and make fajitas. (I'm an improv kind of cook.)

There are men high up there fishing Haven't seen quite enough of the world Ooh, I ain't seen a sign of my heroes And I'm still diving down for pearls Let me flow into the ocean Let me get back to the sea Let me be stormy and let me be calm Let the tide in, and set me free

I've been around the world I've seen a million girls Ain't one of them got What my lady she's got She's stealin' the spotlight Knocks me off my feet She's enough to start a landslide Just a walkin' down the street Wearing dresses so tight And looking dynamite Enough to blow me out No doubt about it can't live without it The girl's got rhythm (girl's got rhythm) The girl's got rhythm (girl's got rhythm) She's got the backseat rhythm (backseat rhythm) The girl's got rhythm

"If Shady is hot in the Super Bowl, keep feeding him the ball."