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  1. Maybe the cure to Huntington's all this time has been to have people make fun of you.
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  2. I agree. People should only be allowed to have one view on things. World would be much better. Big Brother is always right
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  3. I don't really want to get this thread locked, which is why I stayed out of it for the most part but I'll say this and leave it at that. For one the Bush tax cuts would have been extended already, helping businesses to know where they stand, which would have stimulated hiring. For Two, spending jokes like this would not have happened. Love the Time Magazine intervew......"There are no such things as "shovel ready projects"...... (That's not what they were saying when they were trying to pass the "stimulus") REALLY???? Then what did you spend $ 1,000,000,000,000 on ??????? Typical Liberal thinking. Take tax money and create more monster BUREAUCRACY so you could temporarily hire a few folks and say you created a few jobs? No infrastructure spending. Just bureaucracy.... Remember when the unemployment rate was 8.2%, and this stimulus was going to get it under 8? Now it's at 9.6%..... This is where Liberals fail to grasp that the government isn't supposed to create jobs..... they're supposed to create POLICIES that stimulate small business income, which leads to jobs...... I think it's pretty clear how things will be different: http://pledge.gop.gov/
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  4. Give it a thousand years or so, sh*t'll start sounding like ancient wisdom.
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  6. http://sports.espn.go.com/new-york/nfl/columns/story?columnist=cimini_rich&id=5685736 The fraternity has a new member, a new motivation and a new favorite play. The play is called the "Swerve," a run predicated on misdirection. It starts one way and swerves back, fooling the opposition. It's the story of the New York Jets' offensive line, 2010. The story began April 23, the first night of the NFL draft. Alan Faneca was having dinner with teammate Nick Mangold, a close friend. The relaxing evening was shattered when Faneca received a call from coach Rex Ryan, who pulled a Donald Trump: "You're fired." It spread quickly, players texting players with the news. Faneca was the most accomplished member of arguably the best offensive line last season, a group that had started a league-high 32 consecutive games and came within one game of the Super Bowl. Faneca's ouster incensed his linemates. "This year is supposed to be about the Super Bowl and stacking the team at positions, and you figured our group would be intact going into the season," right guard Brandon Moore said this week. "When that happened, it shocked everybody. It was disappointing." The front office was criticized for penny pinching, messing with a good thing. With an unproven player in Faneca's old spot, left guard, naysayers predicted a drop-off for the unit. The momentum seemed to be flowing the wrong way in the offseason, but the anger and doubt turned to motivation, like hot iron becoming steel. As Moore said, "You take things personal." Now look: The Jets' line has swerved back to its usual path, ranking among the league leaders in the two most telling categories -- first in rushing yards per game (165.2) and tied for fifth in fewest sacks allowed (seven). After a near disastrous start, Faneca's replacement, Matt Slauson, has blended nicely into the group, allowing it to regain its swagger. "We call ourselves a great offensive line, so you have to be able to change out a piece and still maintain a high level of performance," said Mangold, an All-Pro center. Two weeks ago, the Jets rushed for 273 yards against the woeful Buffalo Bills, who can't stop water from running. Not impressed? The Jets followed up with 155 against the Minnesota Vikings, who had gone 51 straight games without allowing 150 yards. Watching on TV from his home in Arizona, Faneca, now with the Cardinals, liked what he saw. "The guys look good. I knew they would," he said in an e-mail to ESPNNewYork.com. "You put good players with a good coach, and good things happen." It might look good now, but there were questions when the Jets released Faneca, 33, a nine-time Pro Bowl selection. The organization felt his pass blocking had slipped and that he wasn't worth his $7.5 million salary -- a sobering reminder that the NFL is a cold business. The Jets created an open competition between Slauson and rookie Vladimir Ducasse, neither of whom shined in the preseason. Slauson got the job, but he failed at the outset to allay the team's concerns. In the season opener, he was beaten badly by the Baltimore Ravens' Haloti Ngata, who body slammed Mark Sanchez. Slauson heard the whispers about being the weakest link. "When Alan left, I had a feeling everyone was going to say, 'Oh, great, there goes our running game and there goes our solid protection,'" said Slauson, a sixth-round pick from Nebraska in 2009. "Following a guy like Alan, a Hall of Fame guy, there was a lot of pressure. My goal wasn't to win the job; I was planning on that. My goal was to replace Alan and not let it be a step down." Slauson is working between two of the best at their respective positions, Mangold and left tackle D'Brickashaw Ferguson, who leaned heavily on Faneca's experience. Before the season, line coach Bill Callahan met individually with Mangold and Ferguson, asking them to assume leadership roles. "[Faneca's departure] was like having the rug pulled out from under their feet," Callahan said, alluding to Ferguson and Mangold. It was a pay-it-forward deal: Faneca helped groom them, and now Ferguson and Mangold were being asked to help groom Slauson. On the underrated right side, it's business as usual with Moore and tackle Damien Woody, both of whom fit perfectly into the team's ground-and-pound philosophy. They've started 37 straight games, side by side, knowing each other so well they can communicate without speaking. The conductor is the cerebral Callahan, regarded as one of the top line coaches in the league. Scheme-wise, the Jets remain a zone-blocking team, ideal for LaDainian Tomlinson's instinctive running style, but they recently incorporated the Swerve into the game plan. They borrowed the play from the New Orleans Saints and Atlanta Falcons. The Jets' defensive coaches suggested it to Callahan after facing the Saints early last season. It works so well for the Jets because it complements their zone-based runs. "If you take one play from another team, they say it's stealing," Callahan said, grinning. "If you take two or three, it's called research." He used the stolen Swerve about eight to 10 times against the Bills, who were utterly clueless. Against the Vikings, Shonn Greene's 23-yard touchdown came on the Swerve. The up-front blocking flowed to the left, giving the impression it was going to be a stretch run in that direction -- one of the Jets' bread-and-butter plays. Now, the misdirection: After starting to the left, Green and fullback John Conner -- in the I-formation -- swerved quickly to the right. The Vikings were caught out of position. Conner sealed off the outside linebacker, and Woody blew up the defensive end, opening a huge hole for Greene. On TV, ESPN's Jon Gruden gushed, calling it flawless execution. "Our rushing attack," Woody said, "is second to none." Once again, the Jets' offensive line is heading in the right direction -- even if the opponent doesn't always know which direction that is.
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  7. Mistakes do happen. I knew a girl who once mistook nail polish remover for eye drops. I had to drive her to the emergency room. She wasn't very bright, but neither are most athletes.
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  8. Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it . . . I WAS WRONG! I'm not an insolent child, so I can admit that without my ego melting.
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  9. I'm happy for Slauson. He was atrocious early on, but he's looked better as of late. Again, I'm not about personal message board victories, Chachi. I'm about rooting for the Jets.
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  10. Both of these chicks are hot as hell. I don't know why everyone is arguing. And I don't know why Brett is taking any crap. He sent some photos to a woman. Unless she is claiming she asked him to stop and he didn't what's the big deal??? Yeah he was married, but it's not a crime to send pics of your junk just because you are. The media needs to find a real story.
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  11. Hey man, you don't mess with plan 2030. Who's going to be laughing when they own every single draft pick that year. hmmm?
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  12. Completely forgot he was on the roster till an arthritic 40-year old man reminded me.
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  13. Josh McDaniels: Okay, guys! We’ve got the Jets this week, and I have a gameplan that can’t possibly fail. All I need is the exact right blend of gritty, no-name players to pull it off, which is why I’m going to have to cut twenty-six of you today. There are some 5’9” guys coming in who used to load bags over at DIA, and I really like their hustle. REAL TEAM GUYS. The kind of guys I can count on to execute the vision I have inside my very small head. (door flies open) Kyle Orton: (burp) Heyyyyyyy Coach McDanyulzzzz, freakin’ LLOYD man! LLOYD ALL THE WAY! I dunno if we’re winnin’ games er not, but I am gettin’ LAID! ROCKY MOUNTAIN THIGH, COACH! Josh McDaniels: Someone put Orton back in the drunk tank until gametime, dammit! (Orton placed back in drunk tank) Josh McDaniels: No one is to open that drunk tank without my expressed written consent. OR I WILL CUT YOU. Now, for the Jets. I understand this Rex Ryan fellow likes to blitz. Champ Bailey: Yes, sir. Josh McDaniels: I’m sorry. I can’t hear players who ask for more money than I have slotted for their position. Now, I have the perfect plan to make sure those blitzes don’t hurt us. One: LEG WHIPS. EACH ONE WHIPPIER THAN THE LAST. Two: Concealed wooden stakes. They come running in too fast? BOOM! Instant FIRST BLOOD. Champ Bailey: Isn’t that wildly illegal? Even jailable? Josh McDaniels: Since when have the Broncos stopped doing something because it was illegal? ALEX GIBBS WOULD SPIT ON YOU IF HE WERE STILL ALIVE, WHICH I DEEM HIM TO NOT BE. This is why I can’t have players like you on my team, Bailey. You won’t do what it takes to win. You lack Welkeritude. (FedEx package arrives) Josh McDaniels: Hmm. That’s odd. I don’t remember ordering anything on Amazon, except for that Sun Tsu audiobook I planned on listening to during my two hours of sleep every Tuesday night. (opens up package) (package contains several pictures of a men’s penises) Josh McDaniels: OH FOR CRYING IN THE BEER! WHO’S SENDING ME PENIS SHOTS, DAMMIT? (cut to New Jersey) Mark Sanchez: Boy Shonn, I think those pictures of my cock turned out pretty well. Shonn Greene: Yup. Sanchez: You can’t even see the moles! At least, most of them. Shonn Greene: I see a LOT of moles. Sanchez: They’re distinguishing marks! Shonn Greene: That sh*t’ll get tumors, man. Sanchez: You think the Broncos got the pictures? Shonn Greene: Yup. Sanchez: You think they know we sent them? Shonn Greene: Yup. Sanchez: What do you think they’ll do? Shonn Greene: How the **** should I know? Sanchez: You seem testy, Shonn. Is it because we brought in an old geezer to be your backup and now he appears to have gotten his quick burst back, rendering you irrelevant? Shonn Greene: No. But **** you. (ground shakes) Sanchez: Someone’s coming! (door flies open) Ryan: HOW THE **** YOU DOING, BOYS? Sanchez: Good, Coach. We’re 4-1! Ryan: ******* goddamn cocksucking right, we are! Oh, men. MEN. Men, let me tell you about the sh*t I took this morning. I sat down on the can. One squeeze. ONE. That’s it. I look down in the pot, and there is a footlong coil of my solid waste sitting there, floating on top. MARBLED, like a peanut butter brownie. It looked like it had been sculpted by ******* MICHELQUEERIO! Then I realized, I had to do it again! I sit down, one squeeze, BOOM. Same result. Then I stood up, and realized I had to do it one more ******* time. THAT IS A ******* GREAT EFFORT. Men, we are building something with this team. My thick, cocky, unicorn horn-like stool tells me so. Sanchez: We sent the cock shots to McDaniels, Coach. Ryan: Good! Good! Did we send Greene’s, too? Shonn Greene: No. You sent LDT’s. Ryan: Don’t worry, Cawkeye. One day, your cock will be asked to STEP UP, and I fully expect it to deliver. Now, first order of business: Nicknames! Braylon, your new nickname is D.U. Fly. Braylon: Okay. Ryan: Nacho, your new nickname is EL MINERO. I like that your people worked so hard to get out of that mine shaft. HOW MUCH PUSSYMINING DO YOU THINK THOSE BOYS DID WHEN THEY GOT OUT?! I BET A LOT! Sanchez: I’m not Chilean, sir. Ryan: I know you’re not chillin’! YOU’RE WORKING AS HARD AS THE REST OF THESE ****ERS! Next order of business: SABOTAGE! Someone hand me the phone. (dials Broncos headquarters) Josh McDaniels: Hello? Please be brief or I will cut you. Ryan: (puts on girly voice) Is this Mr. Josh McDaniels, head coach of the Denver Broncos and offensive wunderkind? Josh McDaniels: Why, yes. Yes, it is. Ryan: (girly voice) Well, my name is Rex…ita. Rexita. And I am a girl. I have t!ts and everything. And one of your players acted in a very naughty way toward me last weekend when I was at the Outback Steakhouse. Josh McDaniels: Please refer all media inquiries to our Ministry of Silence, madam. Ryan: (girly voice) But he sent me pictures of his pe… his pe…! Oh, God! I can’t even begin to say the word, it’s so terrible. Josh McDaniels: His what? Ryan: (girly voice) His… his… (whispers) penis. His very brown and moley penis. Looks like a twig you’d throw in a creek! Sanchez: Hey! Ryan: Shhhhh! Josh McDaniels: Well, that is a very serious accusation. Ryan: (girly voice) And he sent me picture of his friends’ penises too! Oh, God. I hate saying that word. I’m just going to call them Maroneys. He sent me ten different Maroneys, sir! Do you know how hard it is to look at ten Maroneys? I am a LADY! A very innocent and attractive lady who likes shopping and watching pleasant romantic comedies and sh*t! Josh McDaniels: I’m sorry to hear this, Rexita. Ryan: (girly voice) Yes, well this player’s name was Kyle Orton. Josh McDaniels: ORTON! Dammit! Ryan: (girly voice) And I will be pressing charges unless you suspend him and start Jesus Fag, er… that nice Tebow boy this week! Josh McDaniels: Well, we’ll need to do our due diligence. Ryan: (girly voice) I just… I just don’t want to see any more Maroneys anymore, sir. The black ones were very dark and intimidating. They don’t even look like they’d fit inside a concert hall! Josh McDaniels: We will handle this matter internally, I assure you. Ryan: (girly voice) Yes, well… see that you do! I assume you got the copies of the pictures that I made. If Orton is starting on Sunday, those pictures will be hand delivered to AJ Daulerio, who promised me free Vicodin in exchange for the shots. Rexita Hornsmuggler wants justice served! Josh McDaniels: You have my word, ma’am. Ryan: (girly voice) Thank you, sir. And remember, I AM A GIRL. (hangs up) Ryan: BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! (Everyone laughs) Ryan: Oh, men. OH MEN. Oh, that was fantastic. Who would have thought that old limp dick Favre would give us such an AWESOME ******* IDEA? He’s the gift that keeps on throwing backbreaking interceptions! GOD, WHAT A RUSH. Having Ferguson dead lift my FUPA to get the shot of Little Rex was well worth it! What did you think, Minero? You enjoy flashing your little tailpipe to Coach Asperger’s? Sanchez: It’s not the first time I’ve actually done that, sir. Ryan: WATCHOO TALKIN’ ‘BOUT, MINERO?! Sanchez: Well, something like that… Under the right circumstances, it’s actually a smooth move. If you’ve known the girl for a long time and she’s already sent you pictures of her… Ryan: Oh! Oh! Oh, ol’ Minero has gotten a little iPoon tossed his way on occasion! THAT IS ******* GREAT HUSTLE! (slaps Sanchez on a$$, HARD) Sanchez: Ouch! Ryan: Men, I dunno if you’ve seen the standings lately, but I have. FOUR AND ******* ONE. TOP OF THE ******* DIVISION. You know how every coach you ever had told you not to get too wrapped in your own record? Well, **** THAT. Get wrapped up in it. Look at what the **** you’ve accomplished after five weeks. You beat New England. You sent that old cocktographer back to Fat Alaska with his dick between his legs. Didn’t I tell you that, if you played the best you could, you’d beat the **** out of anyone? ******* PROOF. You men are ******* WINNERS. Believe your own ******* hype. Get cocky. Get arrogant. Get ******* drunk in a bar and coldcock a bouncer. Look at D.U. Fly. Gets a DUI and then goes out and scores three touchdowns. THAT IS WHAT IT ******* MEANS TO BE A NEW YORK JET. Are you feeling me? Everyone: Yes! Ryan: I want to pound that piece of sh*t McDaniels into sand. I want to go to Denver and lay down ******* railroad tracks on his a$$. I want you men to become MACHINES OF ******* DEATH. They aren’t 4-1. Are they? Everyone: No! Ryan: They can’t make 41-year-old queerbaits fill up their Depends with an overload blitz, can they? Everyone: No! Ryan: They can’t ****, can they? Everyone: No! Ryan: ******* BRING IT IN. (everyone brings it in) Ryan: Men, this is ******* WAR. This is what you were built for. I want you to take a look at that sign over there on the wall. Sign: “BEFORE MAN WAS, WAR WAITED FOR HIM. THE ULTIMATE TRADE AWAITING ITS ULTIMATE PRACTITIONER.” Ryan: That’s from a Cormac McCarthy book. I read that sh*t at night specifically to find sentences that will send your ******* dick to the moon. YOU WERE BORN FOR WAR. GOD MADE YOU SO THAT YOU COULD KILL AND WIN AND ******* TAKE WHAT’S YOURS. Sanchez: Did McCarthy say that, too? Ryan: No, I ******* said it! BECAUSE YOU ARE MY SOLDIERS AND WE WILL MAKE DEATH! WE WILL TAKE OUR HUGE COCKS AND BLAST AWAY EVERYTHING THAT GETS IN OUR WAY! ARE YOU WITH ME? Everyone: Yes, sir! Ryan: We are going to win. And then we’re all going out for Rocky Mountain Oysters and snow bunny hot tub pussy! ARE YOU WITH ME?! Everyone: Yes, sir! Ryan: ******* HANDS IN! (all hands in) Ryan: **** WAR ON THREE! ONE TWO THREE!! Everyone: WAR! Ryan: Someone get the Polaroid! I have better semi than when I did the first McDaniels shoot! Sanchez: Yeah, but who will you send it to? Ryan: Me, because I ******* RULE.
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