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"This site goes down so often we oughta change the name to “Dating Nancy Reagan”" – Horatio
Week 11 is over. Teams have won and lost. Whistles were blown and so were some calls. Remember those who fight the Tao ate only fighting themselves. As the days close into Thanksgiving remember we have still a lot to learn from a man so in touch with the Tao he can sit back and let his wife name their new daughter Saylor. Meditate on thY and today’s quick teachings.
Chapter 69 (hehe)
“When living with an offence keep it close to the ground, in offensive coordination keep it simple.
One morning, I was in my bathroom I heard someone knocking at my door.
I tried to ignore it; I was flossing.
It twas the Clausen, ever lossing.
When I got there he said, “I am Bear no more.”
I tried to comfort him. But it was to no avail.
All he said was, “I have to play with Elvis Dumervil.”
Two things that really got my hopes up: (1) the first time a girl told me she was down to 69 and (2) the Bears trading for Jay Cutler. Somehow, Cutler’s time in Chicago seems dirtier than having an anus millimeters from my nostrils.
So, you’re telling us you’ve never performed analingus?
And yet you sit through dozens of Bears games through the years?
I will never understand people.
“If you’ve never tasted ass, you suck at eating pussy”
Eddie Griffin
Sorry, I meant to put this here.
Close enough.
[Note to self; scroll down.]
Catler’s Dream – Pablo Neruda
How neatly a Catler sleeps,
sleeps with its paws and its posture,
sleeps with its wicked claws,
and with its unfeeling blood,
sleeps despite having no rings –
leaving a series of burnt season ticket holders –
which have almost burned the bridges
of his sand-colored town.
I should like to sleep like a Catler,
through all four days of prep time,
with a QBR rough as flint,
with the dry emotion of “meh”;
and after speaking to no one,
arrived upon the Frozen Tundra,
past the humps and cheeseheads,
with a passionate desire
to smoke alone in the tunnel.
When one watches Beavis
Transform into Cornholio
One can briefly forget
All the kittens have polio
Week 10.
Week 11.
Time does not matter
To cats
If week 11 is over is not week 10
Time is only a mortal construct to measure entropy.
Also thank you I was half asleep when writing. I will fix.
Please don’t. It’s better that way.
When one’s challenge is greatest, one’s potential will match. Throw into coverage on 4th down.
The knee is not elite
The Schaub will create the path, which is the way
Spring beckons with green, leafy arms
And promise of a lofty draft pick
(Seriously though, if Tucker gets hurt, people are going to riot. And we can riot our asses off in Baltimore.)
Hon, you guys can teach Parisians how to riot, hon.
No one from B-more knows how to say ‘Parisians.’
We use the colloquial term: “fucking foreign faggots”
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