Royale with cheese

They're big humans running into each other at speed--classic application of the impulse-momentum formula. You can't bubble-wrap 'em; some of the above has to be expected. All we can hope for is that it's kept to a minimum and that truly key personnel are spared.

"You can get more with a kind word and a gun than with just a kind word." --Professor Irwin Corey Or, put in context, "You go ahead and coach up the 3-stars; I'll take the 5-stars every time."

Same thing.

Worse even, we'll be blessed with Holly Porcine Rowe for yet another season--hell, for all I know we'll be stuck with her for eternity and beyond. My fucking eyes will bleed. Again.

My gal don't go for smokin' And liquor just makes her flinch Seems she just goes for nothin' Except my big ten inch Record of a band that plays the blues Well, the band that play the blues She just love my big ten inch Record of her favorite blues --For you newbies, the original is Bull Moose Jackson; Aerosmith covered it word-for-word.

Your dad's got a good memory. A 1957 radio jingle proclaimed: "What's the word? Thunderbird / How's it sold? Good and cold / What's the jive? 'Bird's alive / What's the price? Thirty twice."

Forty twice!

What's the word?

FIFY

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Poor soul. You were just too high-strung.

That's easy. Just like you have to do with Jaguars: You buy two at a time--one to drive while the other's in the shop.

“Now, Manziel isn't even remotely the first NFL player to blow a million-to-one chance to star in America's favorite game . . . Even nerdy Browns linebacker Myles Garrett was suspended indefinitely in 2019 after trying to behead a Pittsburgh Steeler with a helmet.” Didn't they both play college ball at . . . at . . . no, don't tell me, I'll get it in a minute . . .

Flow Morphia slow, let the sun and light come streaming Into my life. Into my life...

I, for one, am in the vast majority of long-time fans of one of the greatest rivalries in all of CFB--probably the greatest--who are fed up with some corporate marketing department telling some pencil-dick intern who doesn't know sheep shit from wild honey when it comes to real football, because he probably identifies as a girl anyway, that the pure and unadulterated sobriquet of "The OU Game," which stood for, oh, 100 years or so (and is 63-50-5 in favor of UT), is woefully insufficient as a title, and that what we need is a catchy corporate branding moniker that'll help us sell more Lite Beer, or Chevrolet pickups, or cut-rate auto insurance, or some such, totally without regard to the value of history and tradition, and without offending any self-styled protected class in the process, and while you're at it, make it the longest run-on sentence in the history of marketing and promotion, and by the way, we need it tomorrow. That's where I am on this "Red River Whatever-The-fuck" bullshit, and I refuse to compromise.