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More like incoherent reply #501 ... lol

Okay ... here's the rules ... every response has to have NOTHING to do with ANY previous one, but it has to derive from something in the previous post. The winner is the first person who catches someone else posting on the same topic. For example: Post 1: "The sky is blue" Post 2: "Speaking of ... I saw Old Blue Eyes in concert once" ...

I'm reply number 500 ... yea me!

Or the one time at Elmira when I was standing at the end of the runway near an Avro Lancaster, 3 B-17s and 4 P-51s all with their engines running ... sweet!

Not to be confused with the Wings of Eagles air show that used to be held in Geneseo before moving to Elmira in the late 90s.

No, he is vastly overrated as a QB ... contain him in the pocket and he is worthless.

Speaking of stain, I once saw a coffee stain that looked just like Abraham Lincoln.

And the 5 pin bowling leagues should be starting soon.

No, it wasn't too much Rush ... it was too much Anne Murray.

Eh?!?

My uncle has a country place that no one knows about. He says it used to be a farm before the Motor Law. On Sundays I elude the Eyes and hop the turbine freight to far outside the Wire where my white-haired uncle waits. Jump to the ground as the turbo slows to cross the borderline; run like the wind as excitement shivers up and down my spine. Down in his barn, my uncle preserved for me, an old machine. For fifty-odd years, to keep it as new has been his dearest dream. I strip away the old debris, that hides the shining car; a brilliant red Barchetta, from a better, vanished time. Fire up the willing engine, responding with a roar, tires spitting gravel, I commit my weekly crime ... wind in my hair ...shifting and drifting ... mechanical music ... adrenaline surge ... well-weathered leather ... hot metal and oil ... the scented country air ... sunlight on chrome ... the blur of the landscape ... every nerve aware. Suddenly, ahead of me, across the mountainside a gleaming alloy air-car shoots toward me, two lanes wide. I spin around with shrieking tires to run the deadly race. Go screaming through the valley as another joins the chase. Drive like the wind, straining the limits of machine and man; laughing out loud. With fear and hope, I've got a desperate plan. At the one-lane bridge, I leave the giants stranded at the riverside; race back to the farm to dream with my uncle at the fireside.

Suppose you were an idiot. Suppose you were Dick Jauron. But then I repeat myself.

Makes sense to me ... we're a veteran team and going deep into the play-offs every year, they deserve to take it easy in camp ... Further proof that Dickie just don't get it

Bingo ... Keep Reed

I think 11 year old boys are real sympathetic and understanding and might appreciate the lotions, and I'm sure that they wouldn't tease your boy if they found out that he gave to the lotion ... Go to the dollar store and get some appropriate stuff

Just when you think mankind has reached rock bottom ... there is a whole new layer to explore below that.

Sucks to be the worm.

It's the phone police isn't it?!?

This is still going?!?

a'ight ... biotch ... I can roll that game too ... lol

Ouch! lol

Can't blame a guy for trying ...

You had me at "i CAN NOT stand dick Jauron"

... Ok ... I got nothing ... I think you won by successfully ending this thread.

Viva life on TSW! There may be intelligent life out there ... just not on this board LOL