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Wait. We played BlowU in the Big 12 champeenship? If you want to stir the pot on one of the most contentious, surlyiest websites on the intertrons, please, at least dear 6 pound 3 ounce baby Buddha, get your facts correct.

“Exactly what was said is, ‘If you want to stay at Texas, you might as well quit football and just go to school here.’ So lot of motivation there for me. I mean, it was probably the worst thing that was ever said to me, and it was just said so carelessly, like they didn’t care that it was changing my entire life —in two years there, I made friends, I had a girlfriend there, everything, and then they tell me that and expect me to get up and leave the next day. So, it was probably the worst thing ever ..." What a vacuous, entitled, snowflake candyass. Wah Wah Wah... IF the worse thing ever said to you was that you can remain at an elite academic university, make incredible connections and have an alumni network of hundreds of thousands of UT graduates, that the rest of your life can be built upon a foundation of intelligence and collaborative support ... if THIS is the worst thing that was ever said to you, then go crawl back up your mother's vagina from where you were hatched, keep sucking your thumb and retreat further into the dark abyss of irrelevancy from which you shall never emerge. And many years from now ... no one will remember you. No one will ever remember any great deeds you did ... because you did not do any ... and you will remain a shadow, never remembered to even be forgotten.

Sometimes, in the midst of the Christmas Season, we receive a gift, unexpected but oh so welcome ... https://adadsjourneywitheatingdisorders.home.blog/2024/12/13/christmas-trees-paganism-and-messages-from-angels/

I did something nefarious to some Buckeye fans in 2006. We lost the game and I was down on 6th Street making my way toward the more then, civilized 4th Street area with the now, Ex-Mrs. Lid - The Sequel. Started talking with two married Buckeye couples ... no buckeyes around their neck, about my age (mid to late 40s). They were gracious, intelligent, not thrilled about 6th street. So, I told them to go to a jazz club on 4th street since that is where we were headed. Gave them directions. After they walked off, 4 stereotypical Bucknut dudes walk up... intoxicated, Bucknut jerseys, Bucknuts around the neck. One of them loudly mumbles out... "Dude! We like your lady! Can you tell us where we can go to find hot chicks who look like her!" I said, "Sure. There is this place called Oil Can Harry's. It's on 4th Street. You will find exactly what you are looking for there! Now, on game nights, the cover charge can be a bit steep but what you will find on the inside is well worth the price and right up your alley." Their response? "Fuckin' A Dude. Go Buckeyes!" I hope they enjoyed their time there.

THIS is an incredibly insightful post. A lot of very good information in here. Thanks Troph.

I could tell you horror stories about how the vast majority of therapists have NO BUSINESS rendering what they believe is therapy. They are so caught up in countertransference that in any other profession, they could be sued for negligence and/or malpractice. Here is an article on countertransference: https://www.relationalpsych.group/articles/what-is-countertransference-in-therapy If you are looking into therapy, you must, you must, YOU MUST, treat this relationship as an interview and YOU are interviewing the therapist to see if they are a good fit. Do your research and homework. Ask whatever questions you deem are appropriate. If the therapist refuses to answer, give them one last opportunity and if the therapist is still reluctant to be transparent ... leave. You are entrusting your emotions, your feelings, your fears and concerns with them. They must earn that trust by being transparent with you. Accept nothing less!

uh.... your source sucked donkey dicks. We have no Friday night games and the Mouse would probably never allow that. As some Gen Whatevers whine and complain about the schedule, I can't help but think about what the hardcore, internet dweeb fans of other schools must think about Texas when we come to town ... "HOLY FUCKBALLS! TEXAS IS LOADED. THEY ARE GONNA DUMP TRUCK US! Why did we invite them into the SEC anyway? We can beat those sheep humpin' assholes from aggyland ... but Texas is a different aminal. We are screwed!

Gentlemen, Gentlemen, Gentlemen ... look at the way they hold the microphones. The one on the far left is holding it in a very tentative manner. And the look on her face says, "I really, really DON'T want to put that thing in my mouth. I am relatively cute so I really shouldn't have to.! The one on the far right is holding it loosely with her second hand about to come up to assist. She has a resigned look on her face that says, "Ok, I will do this but it is NOT my favorite thing to do." The one in the middle has a firm, confident grip on it. She knows what she is doing. Her face says, "Yes, I dig this too! I am about to rock your world!" Read the clues boys and you will rarely go wrong!

Know your history Fellas. I give you ... Clint Longley. Longley is best remembered for his performance in a Thanksgiving Day game in 1974 against the Washington Redskins. Longley, then a rookie, came into the game for an injured Roger Staubach with the Cowboys trailing 16–3 in the third quarter, and facing elimination from the playoffs. After hitting Billy Joe Dupree for a 35-yard touchdown pass, he led the Cowboys on a 70-yard drive capped by a 1-yard Walt Garrison touchdown run. Finally, with the Cowboys behind 23–17 and with only 28 seconds left with no time outs, Longley hit Drew Pearson at the left sideline for a 50-yard hail mary pass touchdown which gave the Cowboys a dramatic 24–23 come from behind victory.[4][5] Because Longley had no expectation of playing in that game and was completely unprepared, Cowboys lineman Blaine Nye sarcastically called his winning effort "the triumph of the uncluttered mind." I refer to it as the "glory of the uncluttered mind" but the concept is still the same. The Stockton kid was acting on raw emotion and adrenaline. He did not anticipate being "the man." Assuming Beck is out the rest of the playoffs, DCs can gameplan to isolate the kid, add complexities to their defense, exotic blitzes... Jawja is in some significant peril.

I respectfully suggest you do not split your infinitives like that Hombre! Hook 'em.

WHAT? The collective is being disrupted? The Hell you say!

From a balmy 37 degree morning in far, far, away... err... North Dallas, already filled with Thanksgiving leftovers and a trouble making, wood-headed dog ...

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