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This thread is Santa?

The year 12 AD.

Fine, Mr. Jiggy Fly. I'll take Robinson. But Dallas will take a RB in the first round in two weeks. Either that, or they'll trade for someone like Dillon. Either way, they're going after running talent.

Uh, what?

Mickey Mouse would spend all day on the Mississippi River driving tugboats over defenseless river otters, alligators and river possum... Secondly, he would import various cheeses using the money from social security. Fuck that.

Wow, I swore coming into this that Mikes message would simply say, The actual message is actually worse.

Good thing I didn't draft Bob Dole like I wanted to.

I'm sorry, I've been waiting for this for a day now. Leave it to my sister to get a flat on the other end of the county though.

Excuse me? You've allowed others to change the picks made in their absense, provided they did so before the next pick was made. Clearly, I did this.

:: Dunta Robinson strolls down the hallway of the reception building, eager to accept his Dallas Cowboys uniform. However, as he turns the corner, he sees Flyboy sprawled out on the floor, face down and unconscious. Jerry Jones stands over him with a slapjack, muttering to himself. All of a sudden, Dunta feels someone spin him around. As his regains his sense of vision, he sees Michael Irvin, dressed to the nines with a dark red Armani suit. Behind him, his posse stands, teeth gleaming. "Powder," Irvin mutters. A flunky produces a medium sized tub filled with talcum power. Irvin dips his hand into the powder, then smiles at Robinson. "I dunno who told you you were drafted, but I gots a message from Coach. Coach says, "What do the five fingers sa... Aw, fuck it." ::Smack~!:: "Get yo ass out of here, bo," Irvin says, as another flunky dusts his hand clean. Dunta runs off, crying like a little bitch. Meanwhile, out on the stage, Coach Parcells goes to the stand to presumably announce the Dallas Cowboy's newest aquisition. "Ahem. With the 22nd pick in the 2004 TSM Mock Draft, the real Dallas Cowboys select 5' 10", 235 pound sophomore from The Ohio State University, Maurice Clarett." Maurice Clarett - Running Back - The Ohio State University The crowd boos as Clarett strolls to the podium to accept his Cowboys cap. After posing for photos, Parcells and Clarett leave the stage. "After the disappointing performance by Troy Hambrick last season, it's clear we needed some fresh blood at the HB position," Parcells would later tell reporters from ESPN.com. "Clearly, Clarett is a great running back, and despite all the controversy, we believe he'll carry us far in 2004."

WAIT

Damn.

The title of this thread should be changed to "Wholely Shit"

Fake

What.

I'll pick for the Panthers. BTW, are we going to do the same thing we did last season? Or are you making any changes? I'd be willing to build some web pages for the TSM NFL League, if that'd what you guys would want.

Northeast Region 1 Eddy Guerrero 8 Juventud Guerrera 13 Jushin "Thunder" Liger 5 Ultimo Dragon 3 Rey Misterio Jr. 6 Rob Van Dam 2 CM Punk 7 Low Ki Northwest Region 1 AJ Styles 9 Ultimo Guerrero 4 John Cena 5 Tajiri 3 Shawn Michaels 11 Matt Hardy 2 Kurt Angle 7 Ric Flair Southeast Region 1 Shelton Benjamin 9 Chris Sabin 4 American Dragon 5 Charlie Haas 3 Chavo Guerrero Jr. 6 Triple H 2 Brock Lesnar 7 Nunzio Southwest Region 1 Chris Jericho 9 Samoa Joe 4 Jamie Noble 5 Spanky 3 Paul London 6 Chris Hero 2 Christopher Daniels 10 Homicide

Wait, Kinetic is in Asheville? RIGHT FUCKING ON DUDE. Best. City. For a long ways. EDIT: In fact, I'm headed up there this weekend. Gonna raid Green Eggs N Jam, then go burn down the Grove Park Inn.

Ah, deh lucky charms will do just fine. ::rubs hands together maniacally::

All imports from the Czech Republic have been banned from entering Holland. All exports to the Czech Republic have ceased. Get your hash brownies elsewhere.

Studies have proven that the name "Netherlands" brings to mind the "nether regions" of ones body when mentioned to the average American. My constituants wish not to be refered to as a giant sinking vagina, therefore we refer to ourselves as being from Holland.

Shit. Because of rising sea levels, Holland requires importation of sand, land, and whatever bands you got. I am offering hash, grass, and alabaster sash(es). Take it or leave it, but hurry.

Throw in some of whatever local pastry you have, and it's a deal.

Wait, didn't someone claim to see the suspect leaving the scene when the cops were called?

I claim Holland. I GOT AMSTERDAM NOW, BITCHES.