The millionaire football player whines:

"You just don't know how much having a child out of wedlock has weighed on
me," he said. "When your own child doesn't live with you, when you have to
go pick him up. . I mean the whole thing has really affected my professional
life."

Where a condom, idiot!

Now he's been suspended, and he's whining about that.
These professional athletes are pathetic.
http://www.chicagotribune.com/sports/chi-081002-bears-tommie-harris-suspended,0,1561751.story


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"Spreading a little of my special sunshine throughout usenet hell."
-codethis

"**Bigstick**" <seansean@rocketmail.com> wrote in message
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> The millionaire football player whines:
>
> "You just don't know how much having a child out of wedlock has weighed on
> me," he said. "When your own child doesn't live with you, when you have to
> go pick him up. . I mean the whole thing has really affected my
> professional life."
>
> Where a condom, idiot!
>
> Now he's been suspended, and he's whining about that.
> These professional athletes are pathetic.
> http://www.chicagotribune.com/sports/chi-081002-bears-tommie-harris-suspended,0,1561751.story
>
>
> --
> "Spreading a little of my special sunshine throughout usenet hell."
> -codethis
>

I looks like he may have hit the wall after four reasonably good seasons.
Eight sacks in 2007 was a nice total but that has since dropped to zero so
those fatherhood duties must weight heavily on his mind.

And lo, did ***Bigstick*** scribe these words:

> Where a condom, idiot!

"/There/ a condom!"

"Why are you talking that way?"

"I thought you wanted to."

"No, I don't want to."

"Suit yourself. I'm easy."

(Apologies - but an attribution to - Gene Wilder and Marty Feldman, "Young
Frankenstein" <that's /FRONK-en-steen/ !)

<and he wonders why he has little credibility here. Illiteracy; bane of the
edjookated.>

--
Reverend Ozone

"Homo Sapiens non urinat in ventum."

 I notice you had no reply to my post about the 
49ers and the Bears in the Big game. 

Welly welly well, let's refresh your memory, faggot. 

In article <opmDj.8532$Id3.1578@trnddc07>,
 "**Bigstick**" <BusyLittleBeavers@DamnIt.com> wrote:

> 1985, jackass!
> Suck on that you cock sucking, liberal, take it up the ass degenerate.

1984 AND 1988, shithead. 

Let's see, my mind drifts back - the 1985 NFC Title game (yes, it was in 
1985, you meat-pounding moron) the bad ol' Bearz had just kicked the ass 
of the Redskins. 

They came to San Francisco and hmmm, let me see, how many points DID 
they score? 

Oh yeah. NONE. SF 23, Chi 0

Then there was that famous game in Chicago in 1989. It was frigid in 
Soldier field. A cold wind blew in off Lake Michigan, freezing friend 
and foe alike. 

So what did the 49ers do? Why, they scored 28 points. Now I have to dig 
a little deeper to get the Bears point total, but SURELY in "Bear 
weather," the Monsters of the Midway would have prevailed. Wouldn't 
they? 

Oh wait...gee willikers, I don't know what could have happened, the 
mighty Bears only managed three points that day. 

So here you have two teams, twice head-to-head in the game that decides 
who goes to the Super Bowl from the NFC. And in those two games, the 
MIGHTY BEARS DEFENSE, the MOST FEARSOME THE WORLD HAS EVER KNOWN (cough 
cough), gave up ***51 points*** while the 49ers sissy, gay, mincing, 
chardonnay-sipping, sushi-nibbling, show-tune listening defense gave up 
a grand total of  three. 

And that mighty BEARS offense scored, yes, you guessed it, THREE points 
in those two games. 

Come back when you have five Lombardis. We urinate on teams with a 
single trophy. Meaningless in the larger context. 

By the way, to learn the meaning of  "context," www.merriam-webster.com 
is your friend. 

Back to the stockyards with you.

You're still a one-trophy faggot. Live with that, asshole.

On Oct 3, 3:49 pm, "**Bigstick**" <seans...@rocketmail.com> wrote:
>
> Where a condom, idiot!

"wear".

Anyway...Hopefully his motor will be running when he comes
back...we've been missing that disruptiveness.