Kinetic

The Patriots will score 17 in each quarter as retribution for Plaxico's lack of respect. Final score: New England- 68 New York- 10.

OMG he admitted it. Whatta fag.

Poor Matt. Guy needs a hug. And a reach-around.

omg whatta flamer. HE HAD DIRT ON YOU DOGGY!!1!

In the future, I'll view Czech's posts about his chubby thighs and bleeding vagina with a more scrutinizing eye.

Whoever did it should be reprimanded for incorrectly spelling Mr. Mercury's stage name "Freddy" rather than "Freddie."

There's another board that I frequent where everyone has mod powers all of the time. It's a kind of heaven on Earth on the internet. There should be no hierarchy, no omnipotent mods and supermods. Give the power to the posters.

Michelle is a feminine Michael, not Matt. It should have been Matilda Young. Unless, as is almost certainly the case, there's some kind of inside joke that I don't know anything about.

I've listened a few songs from this so far. It's fun. It's jaunty.

Old West Africans, presumably.

What kind of persecution complex must the Patriots have to derive so much inspiration from any kind of anything that a member of another team says about them? Plaxico Burress so much as suggests that the Giants receiving corp is comparable to that of the Pats and the media gives a big sitcom "Oooooh," like you'd expect the guy to say anything else. You're just stoking the fires. They will destroy you.

In the spirit of Necrobucket, here's two fake song titles and band names: Hip Hop/R&B: Jung Billz (feat. Lil Wayne & T-Pain)- "We Ain't Did Nothing (We Ain't Sposed to Did)" Punk: The Krust Kids- "Crust Never Sleeps" Pretty lame.

No, you're thinking of Leaky BUTT Syndrome. The website says that's a common mistake.

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As some of you are aware, I've been struggling with an illness for the last 18 months. I had begun to fear that modern medical science could not help me and that I was doomed to suffer for the duration of my tragically short life. But tonight I read an article that gave me hope. I'm now convinced that I have what's known as Leaky Gut Syndrome. That means that I have a leaky gut. Good news, huh? I thought I had cancer or something.

Bring back Alice In Chains Chick.

No, you misread that. What he was saying is that In Rainbows is an anti-train record so powerful that it could well be the final nail in the coffin of the railroad industry.

Rid of Me is ferocious, definitely one of my favorite 90s albums. To Bring You My Love is very good. I don't care for Is This Desire? or the one with stories from various places at all. I care so little, in fact, that I haven't been at all tempted to hear this recent album.

Nirvana.

That Austin's heel turn occured in Texas is really secondary to the fact that the turn was totally bungled after the fact, with no real plausible explanation ever given. If you look back on the build to that match, the potential explanation was actually pretty cool: Austin is so totally obsessed with being champion that he'll ally himself with his most hated enemy to maintain a status that he knows he can no longer maintain on his own. Location aside, it was executed very well at WM X7 and then completely mismanaged subsequently.

Dungy's return next year is official. This is not just good news for the Colts, but also good news for God.

Hey, look at that. Nevermind, then.

To what do we attribute the low voter turnout in the final round?

How do you take your eggs? At restaraunts, I usually get them sunny-side up. At home, I usually scramble them. On special occassions, I'll boil a handful of eggs and then struggle peeling them for half an hour. It's worth it. Eggs rock.

Kinetic.