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Not only because Tom is sending me a t-shirt for my stupid mock draft...not only because all the knowledgeable posters are here rather than...ehem...other places :lol: ....and not only because all the hot chicks post here either (PatsFanTX included)

I love this board because the mods are just like everyone else, Tom, Max, Faba, Smizz all you guys included. Like, for example... right now I could call TomShane a sissy mary and he would smile and give me props. Unlike other cheap imitations where such behavior might get me a quick...you know...the B word

JN 4ever

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JetNation tis of thee,

Sweet land of liberty,

Of thee I sing.

Land where my fathers died!

Land of the Pilgrim's pride!

From every mountain side,

Let freedom ring!

My native country, thee,

Land of the noble free,

Thy name I love.

I love thy rocks and rills,

Thy woods and templed hills;

My heart with rapture fills

Like that above.

Let music swell the breeze,

And ring from all the trees

Sweet freedom's song.

Let mortal tongues awake;

Let all that breathe partake;

Let rocks their silence break,

The sound prolong.

Our father's God to, Thee,

Author of liberty,

To Thee we sing.

Long may our land be bright

With freedom's holy light;

Protect us by Thy might,

Great God, our King!

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JetNation tis of thee,

Sweet land of liberty,

Of thee I sing.

Land where my fathers died!

Land of the Pilgrim's pride!

From every mountain side,

Let freedom ring!

My native country, thee,

Land of the noble free,

Thy name I love.

I love thy rocks and rills,

Thy woods and templed hills;

My heart with rapture fills

Like that above.

Let music swell the breeze,

And ring from all the trees

Sweet freedom's song.

Let mortal tongues awake;

Let all that breathe partake;

Let rocks their silence break,

The sound prolong.

Our father's God to, Thee,

Author of liberty,

To Thee we sing.

Long may our land be bright

With freedom's holy light;

Protect us by Thy might,

Great God, our King!

This reminds me of an aricle I read today. It couldn't get much worse than this. :lol:

http://msn.foxsports.com/nhl/story/3569004

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Our father's God to, Thee,

Author of liberty,

To Thee we sing.

Long may our land be bright

With freedom's holy light;

Protect us by Thy might,

Great God, our King!

whoa, lets not turn into Sackdance99 with all the God references

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We were assembled like the BackStreet Boys....

TomShane was selected for his Jordan knight looks & Killer running man.

Maxman has a little Beastie Boy in him and has been known to rock the Mic after a few Wine Coolers

I don't sing or dance.....Im just here to look bad ass but not as bad ass as the wee Mccabe Creature...He is like the drummer ...on acid in a chinchila bathing suit.

GOB & Faba are a married Gay couple from MASS but Max has had a crush on Faba since grade school,so Max let them in the band.

Like Menudo....when you reach 35,you get replaced.

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Hah, sicka than your average Poppa

Twist cabbage off instinct niggaz don't think sh*t stink

pink gators, my Detroit players

Timbs for my hooligans in Brooklyn

Dead right, if they head right, Biggie there Air Nike

Poppa been smooth since days of Underroos

Never lose, never choose to, bruise crews who

do something to us, talk go through us

Girls walk to us, wanna do us, screw us

Who us? Yeah, Poppa and Puff (ehehehe)

Close like Starsky and Hutch, stick the clutch

Dare I squeeze three at your cherry M-3

(Take that, take that, take that, haha!)

Bang every MC easily, busily

Recently ni**az frontin ain't sayin nuttin (nope)

So I just speak my piece, (c'mon) keep my piece

Cubans with the Jesus piece (thank you God), with my peeps

Packin, askin who want it, you got it ni**a flaunt it

That Brooklyn bullsh*t, we on it

Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see

Sometimes your words just hypnotize me

And I just love your flashy ways

Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)

Biggie Biggie Biggie (uh-huh) can't you see (uh)

Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hip to)

And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh)

Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (hah)

I put hoes in NY onto DKNY (uh-huh)

Miami, D.C. prefer Versace (that's right)

All Philly hoes, dough and Moschino (c'mon)

Every cutie wit a booty bought a Coogi (haaaaah!)

Now who's the real dookie, meanin who's really the sh*t

Them ni**az ride dicks, Frank White push the sticks

on the Lexus, LX, four and a half

Bulletproof glass tints if I want some ass

Gon' blast squeeze first ask questions last

That's how most of these so-called gangsters pass

At last, a ni**a rappin bout blunts and broads

t!ts and bras, menage-a-tois, sex in expensive cars

I still leave you on the pavement

Condo paid for, no car payment

At my arraignment, note for the plantiff

Your daughter's tied up in a Brooklyn basement (shhh)

Face it, not guilty, that's how I stay filthy (not guilty)

Richer than Richie, till you ni**az come and get me

Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see

Sometimes your words just hypnotize me

And I just love your flashy ways

Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)

Biggie Biggie Biggie (uh-huh) can't you see (huh)

Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hip to)

And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh)

Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)

I can fill ya wit real millionaire sh*t (I can fill ya)

Escargot, my car go, one sixty, swiftly

Wreck it buy a new one

Your crew run run run, your crew run run

I know you sick of this, name brand ni**a wit

flows girls say he's sweet like licorice

So get with this ni**a, it's easy

Girlfriend here's a pen, call me round ten

Come through, have sex on rugs that's Persian (that's right)

Come up to your job, hit you while you workin (uhh)

for certain, Poppa freakin, not speakin

Leave that ass leakin, like rapper demo

Tell them hoe, take they clothes off slowly

Hit em wit the force like Obe, dick black like Toby (Obe...Toby)

Watch me roam like Gobe, lucky they don't owe me

Where the safe show me, homey.. (say what, homey)

Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see

Sometimes your words just hypnotize me

And I just love your flashy ways

Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)

Biggie Biggie Biggie (uh-huh) can't you see (uh)

Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hip to)

And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh)

Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)

Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see

Sometimes your words just hypnotize me

And I just love your flashy ways

Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)

Biggie Biggie Biggie (uh-huh) can't you see (uh)

Sometimes your words just hypnotize me (hip to)

And I just love your flashy ways (uh-huh)

Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid (uh)

Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see

Sometimes your words just hypnotize me

And I just love your flashy ways

Guess that's why they broke, and you're so paid

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Because we all know that TomShane never highjacks a thread.

Now who wants to mud wrestle???? :lol:

Thelma!!! get back in the car...i am running out of bail money...Lordy Lordy...last time it took a lot to buy off that deputy :)

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Thelma!!! get back in the car...i am running out of bail money...Lordy Lordy...last time it took a lot to buy off that deputy :)

See girl, there was a reason I never made it to the draft party...I spared JetNation from potential legal issues!! :lol:

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