Who would u rather have: Stidham or Lock or a cool thread full of fun nonsense

[EddieMac]

Stidham had way outplayed Lock, New England with another good qb find.

Eh, why didn't you get something useful, like storm windows, or a nice pipe organ? I'm thirsty! Ew, what smells like mustard? There sure are a lot of ugly people in your neighborhood. Ooh, look at that one. Ow, my glaucoma just got worse. The president is a Democrat! Hello? I can't unbuckle my seat belt. Hello? There are too many leaves in your walkway...

[Stackhouser]

Stidham had way outplayed Lock, New England with another good qb find.

He was one of us. He was a man who loved the outdoors... and bowling, and as a surfer he explored the beaches of Southern California, from La Jolla to Leo Carrillo and... up to... Pismo.

[Sam_Z]

Should I get blue berry or maple bacon to have with my pancakes tomorrow!

[jazzbodog]

That's it, I've had enough of this incredibly phenomenal, meaningful top shelf thread! I'm going to make myself happy and buy a cool Hot Wheels dart gun, then poison my lawn and roof singles, then overhaul my super clean and rarely used dandelion digger and then top it all off with a kumquat and goat brain banana split with mounds of fresh poison ivy and month old cilantro I found in a third rate grocery store dumpster! YUM!

[ozzies94ta]

Lock looked TERRIBLE in game 5 vs the Cardinals

[EddieMac]

Lock looked TERRIBLE in game 5 vs the Cardinals

Ever since I was old enough to skate, I loved hockey... wasn't the greatest skater though. But that didn't stop my dad from teaching me the secret of slapping the greatest slapshot. My dad worshiped hockey, my mom didn't, that's why she moved to Egypt, where there's not a hockey rink within 15 hundred miles. Dad always took me to games to cheer for our favorite player, Terry O'Riley, the Tazmanian Devil. He wasn't the biggest guy in the league, but he feared nobody, just like me. Handsome fellow huh? He always said that when I grew up I could be anything I wanted to be, but I never wanted to be anything but a hockey player. Yeah my childhood was going great, but life is full of surprises. After the funeral, I was sent to live with my grandma in Waterberry. I was kinda nervous since I really didn't know her that well, but she dressed like Gene Simmons from KISS to cheer me up, she's the sweetest person in the world. See after my dad died I developed kinda a short fuse. You see that kid over there just stole my party blower, and instead of asking for it back, I felt that I had to belt him in the head a bunch of times with a hammer. Look at me go. But I was always quick to say I was sorry. During high school I played junior hockey and still hold two league records; most time spent in the penalty box, and I was the only guy to ever take off his skate and try to stab someone. After I graduated I had a lot of different jobs; I was a road worker, a janitor, a security guard, a gas station attendant, and a plumber. Lately I've been working construction, it's not a bad racket, I'm a pretty good shot with a nail gun, but one day my boss, Mr. Larson, uh got in the way. Apparently he also has a short fuse. Look at that monster. He got a few lucky punches in there, but I still feel I won the fight. Anyways, those other jobs weren't for me. I was put on this planet for one reason, to play hockey.

[Three peat]

Thanks Ed your the man

[jazzbodog]

Thanks Ed your the man

English grammar really counts 3rdpeat. It's YOU'RE (you are) not YOUR! Don't say it! It's not a fat finger mistake.

It's grammar dumbbellness! And yes, I know dumbbellness is not a real word but it applies in your case. New England lameness!

[ozzies94ta]

ever since i was old enough to skate, i loved hockey... Wasn't the greatest skater though. But that didn't stop my dad from teaching me the secret of slapping the greatest slapshot. My dad worshiped hockey, my mom didn't, that's why she moved to egypt, where there's not a hockey rink within 15 hundred miles. Dad always took me to games to cheer for our favorite player, terry o'riley, the tazmanian devil. He wasn't the biggest guy in the league, but he feared nobody, just like me. Handsome fellow huh? He always said that when i grew up i could be anything i wanted to be, but i never wanted to be anything but a hockey player. Yeah my childhood was going great, but life is full of surprises. After the funeral, i was sent to live with my grandma in waterberry. I was kinda nervous since i really didn't know her that well, but she dressed like gene simmons from kiss to cheer me up, she's the sweetest person in the world. See after my dad died i developed kinda a short fuse. You see that kid over there just stole my party blower, and instead of asking for it back, i felt that i had to belt him in the head a bunch of times with a hammer. Look at me go. But i was always quick to say i was sorry. During high school i played junior hockey and still hold two league records; most time spent in the penalty box, and i was the only guy to ever take off his skate and try to stab someone. After i graduated i had a lot of different jobs; i was a road worker, a janitor, a security guard, a gas station attendant, and a plumber. Lately i've been working construction, it's not a bad racket, i'm a pretty good shot with a nail gun, but one day my boss, mr. Larson, uh got in the way. Apparently he also has a short fuse. Look at that monster. He got a few lucky punches in there, but i still feel i won the fight. Anyways, those other jobs weren't for me. I was put on this planet for one reason, to play hockey.

is that goal regulation size or what!?!?!?!

[Sam_Z]

Pansy Fans, here’s your chance to escape planet ass for good...

Of course you’ll have to catch a ferry to El Bonia and board a ship.

Once there the El Bonians are going to upset Man Bear Pig causing him to kick the shuttle into orbit and the Pansy fan base will be well on your way...!

[EddieMac]

After seeing both play, at this point (still early) I would rather have Stidham, he just looks better running the Pats Offense then Lock has running the doncos offense. Stidham’s play has all but guaranteed him being Brady’s back up and the letting go Hoyer

I did have a test today. That wasn't bull. It's on European Socialism. I mean, really, what's the point? I'm not European, I don't plan on being European, so who gives a crap if they're socialist? They could be fascist anarchists - that still wouldn't change the fact that I don't own a car. Not that I condone fascism, or any -ism, for that matter. Isms, in my opinion, are not good. A person should not believe in an -ism - he should believe in himself. I quote John Lennon: "I don't believe in Beatles - I just believe in me." A good point there. Of course, he was the Walrus. I could be the Walrus - I'd still have to bum rides off of people.

[Sam_Z]

Hey Wilbur, 🐽 your brother Pansy left this message at the forum gate for you. You know since he got himself banned.

I was standing in the grocery store trying to picture what it would be like to not have an imagination. I looked over to say something to my existentialist real estate agent, she sold real estate but the estates were only real to her. I was distracted and my mind started to wander while I was keeping an open mind, and when I turned back around I had lost my mind. I turned to the real estate agent and said, “I lost my mind.” She asked me “where was the last place you put it?” I tried to think about it but I was coming up blank, because my mind was gone.

I tried to use my subconscious to figure out where my conscious mind was, but I ended up just getting very self-conscience because I could not longer distinguish between right and wrong since my conscious had taken my conscience with it. All of that would have confused me but I didn’t have a brain at the time to get confused.

Lucky for me I, when I was a child I had an irrational paranoia that the CIA had not put a computer chip in my brain and I was afraid to jog my memory for fear that it would run away. In order to calm my fears, my therapist put a tracking device in my head. Using a GPS I was able to find brain, a wind had caught my brain and I had to climb up on my roof and get my mind out of the gutter. After the reverse lobotomy I was back in my right mind. A mind is a terrible thing to waste, don’t let yours wander unless you are keeping a close eye on it. But, if you do lose your mind, take the opportunity to pick someone else’s brain for a little bit.