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I ain't got nothin' to say, besides my finger hurts.

Cojo, we cool.

Sometimes football coaches say such stupid things that one wonders what in the world is wrong with them.

Cojo, I can't think of a single comment I've made other than those in responce to you and Hump or those that were obviously playful, that was not related to the story, albeit almost always indirectly. I might add that I don't think anyone has caught on to my in-your-face, frequently sarcastic, intention so far. Hump comes close it sometimes appears.

I know it.

Who? Who did you say?

I'm sick of the high stakes competition, the stress, the anxiety, the knashing of teeth, the cracking of knuckles, constipation. Need to spend more time with the wife and family, both of which I have not got. I need to make plans. I need to get this in there.

I could be first probably, but I don't want it.

We don't need no stinking trial. I say hang him right now; if nobody else will do it, me and Hump will--I'll show him how. We need to honor the pristine innocense of our precious young girls. If you want to help, email Hump.

Me, I'm glad; now, if Napier would take the suggestions in some of GFA's posts we might be off and running.

Only with StL, GFA, Doc, Nash and those wretched curs, Hump and Cojo. (Maybe two-three others who might drift in, provided they have the right attitoot.)

Vielen Dank.

Fla 48-7.

Went to several more games when I was a student and always got two more couples to go with my girl and me. Each game I talked another guy into driving so that I could sit in back with my girl on my lap. She cuffed my hands behind me on the after-dark way home, but she still sat on my lap. I married that girl.

Saw my first Ga-Fla game in 1945; I was thirteen then, but I'm not thirteen now. Beat us 34-0 with the help of a two-way lineman name of St John who was 5'2" tall and 4'10" wide.

Here I am again, just like before.

Of course he has an unbelievable arm. What'd you think, he didn't have an unbelievable arm?

Not to mention his prodigy-like ability to celebrate i.e., preen.

Thanks, Nash. Your comment needs to be in there--it slipped my mind.

In other words, it was not a frivolous decision like so many others on here. He talked to his mama, also. And Reverend Ferrybottom.

Man made his decision after deep thought and prayer and stuff.

That's not the only thing I didn't see.

Never saw Married with Children.

Stay in there, Graham; the team needs you.

Ditto.

That's true.

Even so, even if you are from Missouri you need to bear in mind that we have a two-game winning streak. That's nothing to scoff at.

Danke!

Erste!

You're right, Doug--a rit of fealous jage.