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Right, right. I mustbe the person in the article; the notion that anyone would have sympathy for people suffering from a serious disease is clearly ludicrous. Obviously.
Your deductive reasoning skills are out of this fricking world.

re: SEC records against Les Miles...

Posted by Ray_G on 10/17/11 at 9:56 pm
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It's well-established that our head coach leaves a little bit to be desired, put politely.

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I pray everyday he gets lucky enough to remain the coach yet another year. Yall will be fighting for 4th place with him as long as he's the head man.


Found this thread on a google search for Miles' records. These two quotes above were too good not to bump up.

Miles finished 3-3 vs Urban Meyer and is current 2-2 vs Nick Saban. Those guys are consistently named as the best coaches in the business. What does that say about Les Miles if they're .500 against him?
Finally, because I really do love all of you, here's some hilariously awful fanfic that will hopefully scar you for life! ;)

[quote=Someone from the GRRM Book Barn thread at SA]
He didn't remember being captured.
Jaimie struggled against his bonds but found the act fruitless. He was surprised to find that he still had his golden hand on. How did they capture him? He saw his men lying on the ground, dead or dying. His squire Peck was tied to a tree and Sir Payne was tied to his horse. Why kill everyone and us these three? The men who now had control of his camp were everywhere. They wore bright yellow armor and had a signet of a dragon rapped around a tree. Odd. He had never seen armor like this before. What was going on?


Jaimie saw the smallest man walking towards him. At first, for half a second, he believed it too be Tyrion but this man was unbelievably shorter than Tryion he was. His body was covered in the same strange yellow armor and helmet but with a red strip across his chest.

"Hmm hehehe. Kinslayer!" The short yellow man said.
"Do I know you?"
"Oh brotha, don't tell me you've forgotten me already?"
Startled, Jaime gasped. "Impossible. You're supposed to be dead!" He whispered hoarsely.
"MMmm hmhmhmhmmmm! I'm a lot harder to kill." The yellow man lifted off his helmet and revealed a face he hadn't seen in 15 years.
"Winnie the Pooh!" Jaime said disbelieving. "My father destroyed your house 15 years ago."

A pink armored man came up beside Pooh. He could only be none other than Sir Piglet. "Oh D-d-d-dear-dear! You shut your mouth Kinslayer! The 100 Acre Wood lives on in the hearts of those who still remember!"

"Your house is dead and the memories as well. All I see is a bunch of broken animals."
"Bastard!" Piglet pulled out his sword.
"No Piglet. Death is too easy. I want to savor my revenge. I'll have my revenge! Tigger, bend him over!"
"That's what tiggers do best!"
"Afraid of me even now Pooh? Why don't you fight me, single combat? Too cowardly to fight a cripple?"
"No..." Pooh pulled down his breeches. His magnificent golden penis stood in the air like a golden statue. It made his golden hand look like dull copper. "I prefer to make you suffer!"

Jaimie's breeches were pulled off. "You bastard..."

"You'll enjoy this as much as I will."


He remembered what he had told Brienne that day. When it happened, you had to go inside yourself. Endure. All thoughts left his mind when Winnie the Pooh shoved his ten inch penis inside Jaimie Lannister's arse. Jaimie screamed louder than he had when his hand was cut off. In some ways, this was far, far worse. Winnie the Pooh was fricking him in the arse! And too his shame, this was also far, far better than times with Cersei. Winnie the Pooh pumped Jaimie from behind like a wild animal. It was both horrible pain and addictive pleasure. He didn't know whether he was moaning from his tearing arse or the pulsing pleasure.


Out of no where, Kylaer, Dendra and IRQ walked in the clearing. They saw Jaimie Lannister, looked at each other in confusion, than backed away slowly into the unknown.

Jaimie gasped. The pressure from his arse was gone. He was already missing the pleasure. He had time long enough to see Sir Payne getting raped from behind by Piglet before his line of vision was cut off by Winnie the Pooh's massive member.

"You moan too much..." Before Jaimie had time to reply, his mouth was penetrated. He resisted at first, but found himself not resisting hard. It was so wrong, but felt so, so right.
It was over fast. He felt Pooh shudder and release his seed in Jaimie's mouth.
"*cough* Dear god... it... *cough* taste like honey." It was the most wonderful taste he had ever tasted.
"Kinslayer... you are now my wife." Pooh announced.
"Yes..." Jaimie wheezed and swallowed.
"You are going to live a long time Kinslayer." Winnie the Pooh shuddered. "Only you remember my true identity. Only you remember my real name."


"Winnie the Pooh..." Jaimie said slowly. "Targaryen!" [/quote]

I love you all.
I didn't write this. Comes from another board I frequent, but it's a good recap of the last five years of Wild Cards and lemoncakes.

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What are you all waiting for, anyway? What could be worth this?

The fifth and final* volume of GEORGE R.R. MARTIN'S A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE will be tited A Dance with Dragons. When he finished Feast in 2005, he said that Dance was half-done and would be published the next year. 2006 came and went, with no progress. So did 2007. In 2008, the GRRM posted on his blog that he should be done that year, and his publisher promised a release date of September 30th. The GRRM said he would need to be finished with the manuscript by June in order to accomplish this. He was not.

In February of 2009, the GRRM posted again that he would try to be finished by June, for a publication date in September or October. He said "I think I can do that." He could not.

He pushed the date for completion back to September or October. He missed those, too. He temporarily stopped giving estimates on his completion.

On October 10th, 2010, his publisher reported that the book had only 5 chapters remaining unfinished, and that they expected to have the completed manuscript by December. Viconia, in a gleeful frenzy, closed the current iteration of the Bad Thread and posted her own, proclaiming to the heavens that there were only five chapters left. December came and went; in an interview, the GRRM claimed he was almost done. 2010 ended without seeing a completed manuscript.

In January 2011, the GRRM posted that he had recently had a near miss with death, by means of a urinary tract infection that progressed to generalized sepsis. There was much wailing and gnashing of teeth in The Bad Thread that he had not, in fact, died.

On March 3rd, 2011, the publisher set yet another release date, this one for July 12th, 2011. The GRRM proclaimed his commitment to meeting this deadline, saying that all the other release dates had been "wishful thinking, boundless optimism, cockeyed dreams, [and] honest mistakes."

The book is not done.

*Although the series will require at least two more novels to wrap up all the story lines, if not more, the GRRM will not live long enough to complete them. Even in the unexpected outcome that he manages to finish Dance before he dies, the rest is going to have to come from the work of another author. Brandon Sanderson comes to mind.



Funny pic:
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You sound like a super-fun guy to hang out with.

Thanks dude :)


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false, don't think AFFC's turnaround was anyhere near that

heh.

Gurm announced it was done on May 29, 2005.
(LINK )

AFFC was released on November 8, 2005.
(LINK /)

That's 5 months, 10 days. How does it feel to be so very wrong?
Or do you not consider 5 months, 10 days "anywhere near" the 6 months I stated?

Ouch dude, sorry for embarrassing you so hard :(

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says the troll to the multi-million selling author.

You're correct. People shouldn't be permitted an opinion or to state a criticism unless they're as successful as the target of criticism.

Logic isn't considered your strong suit, is it?

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This part of your post is trolling. Along with several other statements that you have no way of actually knowing. You are just throwing out retarded statements and hoping your vitriol will keep someone from calling you on it.


Someone's unfamiliar with the concept of hyperbole :(
Sorry bro.

Read his blog sometime. It's ridiculous. He's always either at a con or planing to attend one. He hardly ever talked about ASOIAF before the HBO show started production up, opting instead to endlessly post about "Wild Cards" - a truly horrible series. He's made a TON of blog posts that start with "IT'S DONE!!!" and then go on to describe how the latest Wild Cards book will be on store shelves whenever. The first few times were sort of funny. Now he's just trolling his fans, but only those fiercely loyal enough to believe anything the fat man says.

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hardly, just bc I don't buy every conspiracy

A conspiracy is, by definition, a plot between two or more people. There isn't a secret cabal hatching plans to discredit the Gurm; he's done that all by himself.

The closest thing to a conspiracy here is when the Gurm takes a trip on a jet and is forced to purchase two tickets. Because he's as big as two people combined, you see.
Three. New one came out not too long ago.


There's no way the book is coming out this summer. It's not even finished yet, and it typically takes 6+ months from completion to see a book on the shelves at Barnes and Noble.

Gurm's problem is that he's made enough money that he doesn't have to work. He can go to nerd cons and blog about pizza and the Jets/Giants all fricking day long and it doesn't negatively affect his lifestyle.

He spends what little time he does work on editing "Wild Cards", a horrible horrible superhero series. As related to me, one of the heroes derives his power from tantric sex. In one instance, he kills a guy, then brings him back to life in order to question him. How did he bring him back to life? By fricking him. Yep. frick you, Gurm.

It'd be easy to blame the delay on Gurm's decision to forgo his original plan of a 5 year gap. The gap would have let Dany, Bran, Sansa, Arya, and Jon grow into believable young adults. It would have made sense. Now he has to figure out how the frick to get Dany from a 16 year old girl with no education and near-feral dragons to a world-spanning conqueror and savior of Westeros from the forthcoming invasion of the Others.

But no, that's too easy a thing to blame it on. The real reason is that he's a lazy fatass resentful of his most famous and lauded work, and would much rather eat himself into an early grave and ogle young girls at every nerd convention around the globe.


I saw some of you figured out that Jon is really Lyanna and Rhaegar's lovechild. Did y'all also know that Sandor Clegane is still alive?
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Thought it deserved its own thread (gold jersey picture)
the white jersey's and gold pants and helmet have been around since 1956,57...we used to wear the "old gold" colored helmets with purple stripe (like the Nike "combat" w/o the LSU logo and no number(s)) and purple jerseys and old gold pants up until that time('56/57)..also the "LSU" logo on the helmets have only been around since 1974/5..we used to just put the players numbers on the sides of the helmets...


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2008 ...30.9 points/game
2009....24.8 points/game


2008: 27 rushing TDs
2009: 15 rushing TDs

2008: 166ypg 4.4ypa rushing
2009: 122ypg 3.7ypa rushing

Wonder if that might have something to do with it?



re: Your LSU jersey(s)

Posted by Ray_G on 1/14/10 at 5:53 pm
I've got a purple #13 from the late '80s when I was a kid somewhere at my parent's house.

The other one is white #3 from '96.
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A few of you have used the "off the field issues" as a reason for not being a big fan of his. First of all you don't know what your heros might have been into in college. Second, and most important, is why I say Kevin is a better person than you think he is.

One evening back in '97 or '98 while leaving a job site, I ran out of gas in my shitty company vehicle. I was driving down Burbank when it happened. Burbank has high curbs and I could not get the truck over the curb and completely off the roadway by myself. I kept trying because I was still on the road and it was getting dark, with rush hour traffic racing by me. Car after car after car whizzed by me, some cursing me, most barely trying to avoid me.

I tried a few more times to get the truck off the road when an jalopy pulls up behind me. A black man with one windsuit leg pulled up to the knee walks toward me and asks if I needed help. The guy single handedly pushed it over the curb with the quickness and he turns back around to me to see if I needed anything else, and then I realised who he was. KEVIN "ALLEYEZON3" FAULK stopped to help me. None of you jackasses who talk about "character" and off the field issues" would stop to help me. I estimate that about 500 people who believe they have "high Character" passed and cursed me before the "thug" stopped to help asking nothing in exchange. THAT"S KEVIN FAULK you hypocrits!


I can corroborate this story.


Along with that, some of you idiots don't even remember what happened with his "off field issues." The fact is that there was ONE issue: he was breaking up a fight in a bar in Carencro, the police got involved, he stepped on an officers foot, and he got arrested. That's pretty much it.

He came to LSU when he could have gone anywhere. He helped revive the program (you short-timers that think Saban was the savior of the program? Sorry, you're wrong.) He graduated from LSU. He's represented LSU well. He gives back to the community. Did you know he runs a charity celebrity softball game?

He is definitely on of my all-time favorites and I'm proud to wear the the same white #3 nike jersey every Saturday in the fall and winter that I've worn for the last 13 or so years.