I do not follow them as closely as I used to, But more so than 95% of the rest of the fans.
I think that they are what they are as Bill Parcell’s would say. 6-2
They lost one that might have won and won one they should have lost ( buffy),
Brady is Brady. He is getting sharper every week.
Maroney still sucks
Moss and welker are incredible
The coach is still the best in the business.
Merriwether is showing promise, but he cannot tackle and that is what a safety does.
Have you noticed that we have not lost since Matt Light went down. No coincidence there. he was and is awful. the rookie is way better.
Adalius got his butt kicked by BB and he seems to have responded.
Maybe BB needs to have that talk with derrick Burgess.
Mayo and Wilfork are the 2 best D players.
Secondary is at least not scary any more. I do not miss Hobbs at all. He used to lay off the receivers. People thought i was crazy when i used to malign him. But BB saw what I saw.
What is most encouraging to me, is that for the first time in 5 years, it looks like we had a good draft.
I like Darius butler a lot.
Patrick Chung will be real good when he is ready
Sebastian Vollmer is already better than Matt light
Julian Edelman was a steal
Ron Brace not sure yet. His time to shine has not come yet. it will if Wilfolk wants the Krafts to give him any more money.
Proctor has been solid.
Most valuable player so far:
hands down- Stephen Gostkowski. Those kickoffs are the single most important thing to this team. He pins them back all the time.
Most improved:
Brandon Merriwether ( just tackle PLEASE)
Most indispensable:
BRADY
GOSTKOWSI
MAYO
I see them going 5-3 in the second half. The lack of a good runner will be their Achilles heal.
Four friends spend weeks planning the perfect backwoods camping and fishing trip.
Two days before the group is to leave Jim’s wife Joanne puts her foot
down and tells him he isn’t going.
Jim’s friends are very upset that he can’t go, but what can they do.
Two days later the three get to the camping site only to find Dr Jim
sitting there with a tent set up, firewood gathered, and fish
cooking on the fire.
“Damn man, how long you been here and how did you talk your wife into
letting you go?”
“Well, I’ve been here since yesterday. Yesterday evening I was
sitting in my chair and my wife came up behind me and put her hands over my
eyes and said ‘guess who’?”
I pulled her hands off and she was wearing a brand new see through nightie.
She took my hand and took me to our bedroom. The room had two dozen
candles and rose petals all over. She had on the bed, handcuffs and ropes!
She told me to tie and cuff her to the bed and I did. And then she
said “do what ever you want.”
Dear Monty,
My question to you is: when you make or receive a cell phone call and the call gets dropped shouldn’t the person placing the call redial? It seems when this happens (to me) the other person feels the need to call back; and subsequently as I’m calling back, it goes into the persons VM. What do you consider the proper way to “re-connect”?
Many thanks,
The Mayor of Stop & Shop
Dear elected official of groceries,
The proper way to handle this situation is for the person who made the original call to make the new call. The person receiving the call never wanted to talk to you anyway. If they do not pick up the second time, they will use that as an excuse not to talk to you.
Here is what i like to do.
When someone calls you, and you can hear them clearly, say hello? Hello? Hello?
When they say can you hear me, I say just barely speak up. It is a riot when they start yelling into the phone. Then you say haha I was just fucking with ya. I heard you fine.
RETARDED GRANDPARENTS
(this was actually reported by a teacher)
After Christmas, a teacher asked her young pupils how they spent their holiday away from school.
One child wrote the following:
We always used to spend the holidays with Grandma and Grandpa.
They used to live in a big brick house but Grandpa got retarded and they moved to Arizona .
Now they live in a tin box and have rocks painted green to look like grass.
They ride around on their bicycles and wear name tags because they don’t know who they are anymore.
They go to a building called a wreck center, but they must have got it fixed because it is all okay now,
they do exercises there, but they don’t do them very well.
There is a swimming pool too, but they all jump up and down in it with hats on.
At their gate, there is a doll house with a little old man sitting in it. He watches all day so nobody can escape.
Sometimes they sneak out, and go cruising in their golf carts.
Nobody there cooks, they just eat out.
And, they eat the same thing every night — early birds.
Some of the people can’t get out past the man in the doll house.
The ones who do get out, bring food back to the wrecked center for pot luck.
My Grandma says that Grandpa worked all his life to earn his retardment and says I should work hard so I can be retarded someday too…
When I earn my retardment, I want to be the man in the doll house.
Then I will let people out, so they can visit their grandchildren.
I was in Scottsdale and asked the bartender at the Hyatt where I can get a burger. I had a hankering for a big juicy burger.
He sends us down the street to ZIPPS. Home of the Zipps Burger.
Perfect! a specialist in just what I want. The place is full and we have to wait. a good sign.
We get seated in a booth too small for our party, but it is a seat.
We order. We start with Buffalo wings. “Mild medium or hot” she says. We say how hot is hot. she says “burning hot”. so we opt for the medium.
They were not even close to being hot. not only that, they were the smallest wings i ever saw, and were barely done.
Ok I then get the Black and Bleu burger. advertised as a double stack of meat with cajun spices, crumbled blue cheese and blue cheese dressing $7.95. I asked for medium rare ( juicy right!) Wrong
The burger was not only cold, but burnt. They were two wafer thin burnt burgers that McDonald’s would not serve. The dressing sucked too.
I tried the onion rings and the fries. you cant screw that up. THEY DID. They were ice cold and flimsy.
I pushed the plate away after one bite of each.
The waitress comes bouncing over and says “how is it?”
Shame on her she asked. So I let her have it with all guns a blazing. I said it sucked. The burger was burnt and flavorless. The fries and onion rings were flat and cold. How could she feed that garbage to a fat hungry guy?
If you have a couple of minutes watch this interview with soda man. He sells more kinds of soda than you could possibly imagine, BUT not coke or Pepsi.
Not only is he interesting, but he is a great entrepreneurial business man. He understands customer needs and he knows what a niche business is. You do not need to serve everybody, or please everybody, but you do need to know your market, and treat them the right way.
You should. They are awesome. They are kicking everyone’s butt.
They might lose a few, but if they stay healthy and out of trouble ( Big Baby) then they are going to do great things.
They are fun to watch again. They are built to win NOW! so enjoy it. When they all get old together and the Knicks reload with free agents and youth, they will kick the celts butt’s up and down the court for a decade.
So watch and enjoy. They are like the 2007 Patriots. They are going to destroy teams with two solid units.
For centuries, Hindu women have worn a dot on their foreheads. Most of us have naively thought this was connected with tradition or religion, but the Indian Embassy in Washington , D.C. , has recently revealed the true story. When a Hindu woman gets married, she brings a dowry into the union.On her wedding night, the husband scratches off the dot to see whetherhe’s won a convenience store, a gas station, a donut shop, a taxi cab or a motel in America . If nothing is there, he must remain in India to answer telephones and provide us with technical support.
This is my dog Zack. he does whatever you tell him.
Give it a try………
This is really cute – tell it to sneeze and see what he does! Type in a command and see what happens - like
sit, roll over, down, stand, sing, dance, shake, fetch, playdead, etc.
it’s also very cute if you type in a command that’s not recognized…!!Make sure you also type in ’Kiss’, Click here: I Do Dog
When you have to visit a public bathroom, you usually find a line of women, so you smile politely and take your place. Once it’s your turn, you check for feet under the stall doors. Every stall is occupied.
Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the stall. You get in to find the door won’t latch. It doesn’t matter, the wait has been so long you are about to wet your pants!The dispenser for the modern “seat covers” (invented by someone’s Mom, no doubt) is handy, but empty. You would hang your purse on the door hook, if there was one, but there isn’t – so you carefully, but quickly drape it around your neck, (Mom would turn over in her grave if you put it on the FLOOR!), yank down your pants, and assume “The Stance.” In this position your aging, toneless (God I should have gone to the gym!!!) thigh muscles begin to shake. You’d love to sit down, but you certainly hadn’t taken time to wipe the seat or lay toilet paper on it, so you hold “The Stance”.
To take your mind off your trembling thighs, you reach for what you discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser. In your mind, you can hear your mother’s voice saying,“Honey, if you had tried to clean the seat, you would have KNOWN there was no toilet paper!” Your thighs shake more. You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday – the one that’s still in your purse. (Oh yeah, the purse around your neck, that now, you have to hold up trying not to strangle yourself at the same time). That will have to do. You crumple it in the puffiest way possible. It’s still smaller than your thumbnail. Someone pushes your door open because the latch doesn’t work. The door hits your purse, which is hanging around your neck in front of your chest, and you and your purse topple backward against the tank of the toilet.
“Occupied!” you scream, as you reach for the door, dropping your precious, tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle on the floor, lose your footing altogether, and slide down directly onto the TOILET SEAT. It is wet of course.You bolt up, knowing all too well thatit’s too late. Yourbare bottom has made contact with every imaginable germ and life form on the uncovered seat because YOU never laid down toilet paper – not that there was any, even if you had taken time to try. You know that your mother would be utterly appalled if she knew, because, you’re certain her bare bottom never touched a public toilet seat because, frankly, dear, “You just don’t KNOW what kind of diseases you could get”.
By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused that it flushes, propelling a stream of water like a fire hose against the inside of the bowl that sprays a fine mist of water that covers your butt and runs down your legs and into your shoes. The flush somehow sucks everything down with such force that you grab onto the empty toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged in too. At this point, you give up. You’re soaked by the spewing water and the wet toilet seat. You’re e-x-h-a-u-s-t-e-d. You try to wipe with a gum wrapper you found in your pocket and then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks. You can’t figure out how to operate the faucets with the automatic sensors, …..so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towel and walk past the line of women still waiting. You are no longer able to smile politely to them. A kind soul at the very end of the line points out a piece of toilet paper trailing from your shoe. (Where was that when you NEEDED it??) You yank the paper from your shoe, plunk it in the woman’s hand and tell her warmly, “Here, you just might need this”.
As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has long since entered, used, and left the men’s restroom. Annoyed, he asks, “What took you so long, and why is your purse hanging around your neck?” …………….
This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with a public restrooms (rest??? you’ve GOT to be kidding!!). It finally explains to the men what really does take us so long. It also answers their other commonly asked questions about why women go to the restroom in pairs. It’s so the other gal can hold the door, hang onto your purse, and hand you Kleenex under the door!
to all women that understand what bonding in the bathroom is all about! A Friend Is Like A Good Bra… Hard to Find… Supportive…. Comfortable … Always Lifts You Up… Never Lets You Down, or Leaves You Hanging, And Is Always Close To Your Heart!!!
