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Morons!

I prefer not to discuss that season. It's easier to pretend it never happened But it did lead to us being able to pick up Caddy the following season 1200 all purpose yards, 8 tds in 2007

My nips just got pokey. One of my favorite Bucs post-SB memories (and Joe tore his knee and Alstott broke his neck in a collision the following week )

Tampa's 2004 receivers: 1. Keenan McCardell (held out, eventually let go) 2. Joey Galloway (hurt right out of the gate, missed 6 games, only started 7) 3. Michael Clayton 4. Joe Jurevicius (banged up) 5. Charles Lee 6. Tim Brown (84 years old) Clayton was the #1 for the start of the season, pretty much by default. Galloway played well the last handful of games after he was healthy and didn't really become the first option until 2005. Clayton was clearly their first option throughout the 2004 season.

Bart: So finally, we're all in agreement about what's going on with the adults. Milhouse? Milhouse: [steps up to blackboard] Ahem. OK, here's what we've got: the Rand Corporation, in conjunction with the saucer people -- Bart: Thank you. Milhouse: -- under the supervision of the reverse vampires -- Lisa: [sighs] Milhouse: -- are forcing our parents to go to bed early in a fiendish plot to eliminate the meal of dinner. [sotto voce] We're through the looking glass, here, people...

The one I'm most disappointed is left off everyone's list is the late great Bill Hicks. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J10w3FuCwfQ A sample. Youtube him for lots of other great material. One of my top 5 favorites ever.

99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall--traditional

Two words: Michael Bay

Merv Griffin - "The Man with Two Brains"

This year I'm "Shatner's Rocket Men" http://youtube.com/watch?v=MVbv6r_tKnE

Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a focking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed- interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of focking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing sprit- crushing game shows, stuffing focking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, focked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who need reasons when you've got heroin? People think it's all about misery and desperation and death and all that sh!te, which is not to be ignored, but what they forget is the pleasure of it. Otherwise we wouldn't do it. After all, we're not focking stupid. At least, we're not that focking stupid. Take the best 0rgasm you ever had, multiply it by a thousand and you're still nowhere near it. When you're on junk you have only one worry: scoring. When you're off it you are suddenly obliged to worry about all sorts of other sh!te. Got no money: can't get pished. Got money: drinking too much. Can't get a bird: no chance of a ride. Got a bird: too much hassle. You have to worry about bills, about food, about some football team that never fuoking wins, about human relationships and all the things that really don't matter when you've got a sincere and truthful junk habit.

Everyone dies.

After I'm done practicing on my hand, I'm gonna tongue your mangina like there's no tomorrow.

"Yeah, Shaun of the Dead was really funny. Have you see The Crying Game?"

It's actually just supposed to be an add-on to Universal Studios' Islands of Adventure theme park. http://www.orlandosentinel.com/business/cu...mostemailedlink