MrRant

I don't care who wins. I just want the BCS screwed over so we can move to a playoff format or SOMETHING.

What version of Windows?

LOL. Great play.

God no. Blockwise the XBOX has 50,000+. There is a 5 GB hard drive in there.

It's an XBOX there bud.

So there are still a million overweight white boys wearing their hats backwards while wearing khakis and black shirts?

I'd exchange the XBOX.

It's one foot infront of another.

First thing you should do is check out the pinned thread at the top of the folder.

Did your copy of Nero come WITH the burner? Some copies are locked to specific burners.

Well... you are the male version of Yuna.

Except for the fact they can't use the name NWO, Nash can't wrestle, and Scott Hall may or may not be there from one week to the next.

I think I said Hizzle yesterday.... does that mean I'm black?

It's worse then a bad acid trip.

According to Wes Pruden in the Washington Times we should all be dead. http://www.washtimes.com/national/pruden.htm We're all supposed to be dead by now By Wesley Pruden Nobody addicted to TV news dares order a steak unless he has made out his will, and there's a new outbreak of SARS in China. Here we go again, maybe. The good news for the ranchers is that somebody will find a poison carrot or a toxic cabbage sooner or later to quiet the vegan cheering, and for the rest of us the only hopeful news is that 'flu is likely to get us before SARS does. The rest of the news is scary. The terrorism alert is at Code Orange, a new infestation of bedbugs has swallowed Manhattan and is believed headed south, Paris Hilton is still employed, and Howard Dean is about to be the Democratic nominee for president. Begone, wicked and malevolent 2003, and good riddance. This is the season for applying meaningless superlatives to the calendar, for picking the Top Ten stories, personalities, events, diseases and curses. On the other hand, there's nothing new about fires, earthquakes, plagues, mudslides and presidential candidates. The year now ending is no worse on balance than a lot of other years, and 2003 has been considerably better than some. The fevers and plagues of yesteryear are dreadful on a scale unknown in modern times. That's why at the beginning of every winter we of the media dust off the scary accounts of the Great 'Flu Epidemic of 1918, when even the flies were dying like people. Not just disease, either. Those of us old enough to remember World War II and the smaller wars in its wake can recall years that were very, very bad. My grandfather, who died many years ago, regarded Yankees as the standard of evil to measure the Japs and the Huns against. (Before he died, he had begun to think well of the Japs and the Huns.) Comparisons are but thin consolation. If you have one foot in a fire and the other in a bucket of ice, a statistician could tell you that on average, you're warm. But we must take comfort wherever we can find it, and an anonymous Internet correspondent reminds me that some of us shouldn't even be here, given the givens. As Groucho Marx (the distinguished Dr. Hugo Z. Quackenbush) famously told his patient, as he was taking his pulse: "Either my watch has stopped, or you're dead." Here's what my Internet correspondent reminded me of (and if you see it on the Internet, it must be so): "According to today's regulators and bureaucrats, those of us who were kids in the '40s, '50s, '60s and '70s probably shouldn't have survived. Our mothers put us in cribs covered with bright-colored lead-based paint. "There were no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets, and when we rode our bicycles into traffic (bike paths were unheard of), we had no helmets. If we didn't feel like pumping a bike up the hills, we could always hitch a ride with strangers. There were no seat belts or air bags. Riding in the back of a pickup truck on a warm day was particularly special. "We drank water from an old garden hose, not from a bottle. One bottle of bellywash could be shared with up to four friends, drinking from the bottle, and no one died. "We gorged on cakes, pies, candy, bread and butter, and anything we could find with lots of sugar in and on it, and we were never overweight because we were always running through the 'hood. "We never heard of 'play dates,' and left home in the morning and played all day, and the only rule was to get home before the streetlights flickered on. No one could reach us because nobody had a cell phone. "We spent hours building go-carts from lumber and nails scrounged from neighbors' garages and raced them down the hill to discover only at the bottom of the intersection that we forgot the brakes. Running into the bushes was good enough. "We fell out of trees, played with BB guns until we got a .22 rifle on our 12th birthday, fought "war" with dirt clods, broke bones, lost teeth, stepped on nails and caught fishhooks in noses. Nobody's daddy had a lawyer. "We made up games with sticks and tennis balls and ate worms, and most eyes survived intact (the worms didn't). "We walked into our friends' houses whenever we felt like it. We chose up sides for ballgames, and if somebody didn't make the team, he learned to deal with it. There was nobody to counsel the losers (who would have felt insulted if there had been). "The generations that suffered these deprivations made the best of it, producing the explosion of innovation and ideas that transformed the world. "Kind of makes you want to run through the house with a pair of scissors, doesn't it?" Wesley Pruden is editor in chief of The Times.

CHICAGO, Illinois (Reuters) -- The simple life has rubbed off on hotel heiress Paris Hilton -- or so one would think judging by the amount of Domino's pepperoni pizza ordered in her name. "Paris Hilton" is the No. 1 fake name used by people calling for pizza deliveries, according to a survey of Domino's Pizza drivers in Washington, D.C., released Monday by the pizza delivery chain. And 38 percent of those using the name of the socialite model ordered pepperoni topping. U.S. Attorney General John Ashcroft might want to open an investigation into these findings -- he was No. 2 on the list of assumed names used by people ordering pizza. Of course, given his conservative bent, he probably wasn't among those answering the door in the nude. According to the survey of 630 drivers, nine percent of people who answer the door in the nude tip more than 20 percent, compared with 2 percent of people in pajamas. Among political pizza findings, people with "Dean for President" bumper stickers on cars in their driveways tipped 22 percent higher than people with "Bush for President" bumper stickers. People with "Bush for President" bumper stickers were three times more likely to order meat-topped pizzas than "Dean for President" drivers. The night of the televised wedding of reality show contestants Trista and Ryan was the top pizza ordering night of the year in Washington, according to the survey. The announcement of the war in Iraq was No. 2, the Super Bowl No. 3 and the debut of Hilton's reality show "The Simple Life" was No.4. And as an example of giving people what they want, the night Saddam Hussein was captured was the biggest tip night of the year. No. 2 was the night Madonna and Britney Spears kissed on the MTV Music Video awards.

I have done the rolling road block as well. The other thing I will do is purposely sit at a yellow light when making a left hand turn.... EVEN if there is no traffic coming the other way.

I had one of my top WR injured in the 3rd game with a fucking BROKEN VERTEBRAE. Obviously he's out for the year. I couldn't believe that injury was in the game. I'm not sure if that guy is going to come back or what.

Just be a man and accept some of the losses that are coming your way

Same way here with Penn State. But if I were to not punt as Maine against K-State... the score would probably have been much... MUCH higher against me.

Pretty much why I did Maine. Try playing as Navy or something. Being an Independent lets you choose your own schedule.

Only ones I own/want to own: All In The Family Married With Children Simpsons Seinfield MASH Family Guy Futurama Star Trek TOS - When they come in SEASON sets hopefully instead of the like 30 2 episode ones. Star Trek TNG - When I can afford $100 a set. Star Trek DS9 - When I can afford $100 a set.

You know... every Ashley I've ever known is a bitch. Including my cousin.

Maybe the players need to start eating Rice-A-Roni before every game. After all... it's the San Francsico Treat.

So.... you did nothing and are taking credit for a National Championship?