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100 between the inner edges of each goal line. The goal posts are on the outer edge of each goal... 120 yards between posts i thinkComment
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yeah. i think.
the camera was trying to get up the coach's nostrilblack is the new black www.mercuryserver.comComment
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oh well.
not exactly a classic was it, and not just from the perspective of a seahawks fan.
seahawks were shit.
steelers were shit.
referees were shit.
probably the worst possible game to watch from a non-biased perspective i would think...
cant see us getting this far next year, especially if alexander goes.Comment
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Fuck yeah, Steelers.http://www.myspace.com/mjdubmusic
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Tonight me and my ex-girlfriend attended the same superbowl party thrown by a friend who is as mutual as our decision to break up. We arrived at the same time and shared an elevator, which meant that we tossed our coats onto the bed one after the other.
On the walk home, I started to panic and I couldn't tell why. My façade of "I just feel like things are only going to get better" was falling apart, and I could feel the crumbling pieces pile into your belly. My steps grew heavier as I climbed out of the subway and I wondered whether I could make it home or whether I should fall to the base of a building and just stop breathing.
Breathing. I was breathing in her scent! Our coats rested on top of each other, and now my coat smells like her coat... I'm going to sleep with my coat in my arms tonight.
Tomorrow I'll call in sick and stay in bed with my face buried in the meat of my coat. I pray to God that she's doing the same thing with her coat.Comment
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Originally posted by picklemonkeyTonight me and my ex-girlfriend attended the same superbowl party thrown by a friend who is as mutual as our decision to break up. We arrived at the same time and shared an elevator, which meant that we tossed our coats onto the bed one after the other.
On the walk home, I started to panic and I couldn't tell why. My fa?ade of "I just feel like things are only going to get better" was falling apart, and I could feel the crumbling pieces pile into your belly. My steps grew heavier as I climbed out of the subway and I wondered whether I could make it home or whether I should fall to the base of a building and just stop breathing.
Breathing. I was breathing in her scent! Our coats rested on top of each other, and now my coat smells like her coat... I'm going to sleep with my coat in my arms tonight.
Tomorrow I'll call in sick and stay in bed with my face buried in the meat of your coat. I pray to God that she's doing the same thing with her coat.
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Congrats to all you Steelers fans. The Steelers really did well beating some great teams in the playoffs. Tonight's game was boring though. I thought the Steelers-Colts game was more entertaining.Never interrupt your enemy when he's making a mistake - Napoleon BonaparteComment
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You should write romance novels.Originally posted by picklemonkeyTonight me and my ex-girlfriend attended the same superbowl party thrown by a friend who is as mutual as our decision to break up. We arrived at the same time and shared an elevator, which meant that we tossed our coats onto the bed one after the other.
On the walk home, I started to panic and I couldn't tell why. My fa?ade of "I just feel like things are only going to get better" was falling apart, and I could feel the crumbling pieces pile into your belly. My steps grew heavier as I climbed out of the subway and I wondered whether I could make it home or whether I should fall to the base of a building and just stop breathing.
Breathing. I was breathing in her scent! Our coats rested on top of each other, and now my coat smells like her coat... I'm going to sleep with my coat in my arms tonight.
Tomorrow I'll call in sick and stay in bed with my face buried in the meat of your coat. I pray to God that she's doing the same thing with her coat.I am no cyberwhore...
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