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Anthems and Protests ---
While we certainly understand the frustration by fans on all sides of the discussion, we have decided to keep the Broncos Country message boards separate from politics. Recent events have brought the NFL to the forefront of political debates, but due to the highly emotional and passionate discussion it tends to involve, we think it’s best to continue to keep politics and this forum separate. Yes, the forum is meant for discussion, but we’d like to keep that discussion to football as much as possible.
With everything going on in our country, it would be nice to keep our complaints and cheers purely related to football here. If you feel passionately, there are plenty of other outlets available to you to express your opinions. We know this isn’t the most popular decision, but we ask that you respect it.
Thank you for understanding.
--Broncos Country Message Board Staff
I once was both.
Then I moved to Arizona, and learned you can't trust ANYONE, not even a friend that you've known for 28 years. It sure toughened me up.
Keep that "3rd Eye" of yours constantly watching your back.
Many a tragic soul who has committed the grievous error of referring to Wales (a separate country from England) as England has reached a tragic end. Fortunately you find the shark in a good mood today.
For a while I considered throwing you into my dungeon but as it is already at full capacity (and I’ve grown tired of toying with my victims) I decided on another option. A shark does not get pampered very often therefore I decided that a couple of cases of Dom. Romane Conti 1997 (only $1500 a bottle), a dozen boxes of Richart dark chocolates (selling at a mere $120 a pound) and fifty bunches of red roses should be enough to divert my wrath.
On condition that they are hand delivered by 7a.m tomorrow morning to my residence I will spare you from any further punishment.
Directions:
Take a flight to Manchester Airport
From there it is a mere 40 miles to the Welsh BORDER
Travel a further 60 miles West until you reach my residence.
If you end up in the sea you’ve gone too far, if you end up here you’re at the wrong place (that is my Winter’s residence)
Just ring the bell. My butler will answer and ask for Lady Jaws of the Sharkdom of Snowdonia.
A few tips:
When at Manchester Airport it is customary to greet the English with the following greeting:
“Twll din pob Sais” (Those who are not familiar with the Welsh language may wish to google for a translation)
For every person you greet in this manner I shall make a $100 donation towards your travelling expenses.
Bon voyage!
lol, you're a shark with expensive tastes!!
remind me to always stay on your good side. . . . . .
I once was both.
Then I moved to Arizona, and learned you can't trust ANYONE, not even a friend that you've known for 28 years. It sure toughened me up.
Keep that "3rd Eye" of yours constantly watching your back.
Many a tragic soul who has committed the grievous error of referring to Wales (a separate country from England) as England has reached a tragic end. Fortunately you find the shark in a good mood today.
For a while I considered throwing you into my dungeon but as it is already at full capacity (and I’ve grown tired of toying with my victims) I decided on another option. A shark does not get pampered very often therefore I decided that a couple of cases of Dom. Romane Conti 1997 (only $1500 a bottle), a dozen boxes of Richart dark chocolates (selling at a mere $120 a pound) and fifty bunches of red roses should be enough to divert my wrath.
On condition that they are hand delivered by 7a.m tomorrow morning to my residence I will spare you from any further punishment.
Directions:
Take a flight to Manchester Airport
From there it is a mere 40 miles to the Welsh BORDER
Travel a further 60 miles West until you reach my residence.
If you end up in the sea you’ve gone too far, if you end up here you’re at the wrong place (that is my Winter’s residence)
Just ring the bell. My butler will answer and ask for Lady Jaws of the Sharkdom of Snowdonia.
A few tips:
When at Manchester Airport it is customary to greet the English with the following greeting:
“Twll din pob Sais” (Those who are not familiar with the Welsh language may wish to google for a translation)
For every person you greet in this manner I shall make a $100 donation towards your travelling expenses.
Bon voyage!
I'm Welsh too, at least my heritage is. Should not have made that slip, never been to Europe though.
If I make enough money on the "Davii for sale" thread i'll see about that Dom. My humble apologies Madam Jaws.
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