
Like Roger Clemens, I have never taken steroids or human growth hormone.
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My excess bulk can be traced to pizza, beer, cheeseburgers, and an overly sedentary lifestyle.
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I vigorously deny steroid use.
Sun 9/9/2007 | @ | Jets | 38-14 | W | |||||||
Sun 9/16/2007 | vs | Chargers | 38-14 | W | |||||||
Sun 9/23/2007 | vs | Bills | 38-7 | W | |||||||
Mon 10/1/2007 | @ | Bengals | 34-13 | W | |||||||
Sun 10/7/2007 | vs | Browns | 34-17 | W | |||||||
Sun 10/14/2007 | @ | Cowboys | 48-27 | W | |||||||
Sun 10/21/2007 | @ | Dolphins | 49-28 | W | |||||||
Sun 10/28/2007 | vs | Redskins | 52-7 | W | |||||||
Sun 11/4/2007 | @ | Colts | 24-20 | W | |||||||
Sun 11/11/2007 | vs | Bye | |||||||||
Sun 11/18/2007 | @ | Bills | 56-10 | W | |||||||
Sun 11/25/2007 | vs | Eagles | 31-28 | W | |||||||
Mon 12/3/2007 | @ | Ravens | 27-24 | W | |||||||
Sun 12/9/2007 | vs | Steelers | 34-13 | W | |||||||
Sun 12/16/2007 | vs | Jets | 20-10 | W | |||||||
Sun 12/23/2007 | vs | Dolphins | |||||||||
Sat 12/29/2007 | @ | Giants | |||||||||
The text in Latin is:
Confiteor Deo omnipotenti,
beatæ Mariæ semper Virgini,
beato Michæli Archangelo,
beato Ioanni Baptistæ,
sanctis Apostolis Petro et Paulo,
omnibus Sanctis, et vobis, fratres (et tibi pater),
quia peccavi
nimis cogitatione, verbo et opere:
mea culpa,
mea culpa,
mea maxima culpa.
Ideo precor beatam Mariam
semper Virginem,
beatum Michælem Archangelum,
beatum Ioannem Baptistam,
sanctos Apostolos Petrum et Paulum,
omnes Sanctos, et vos, fratres (et te, pater),
orare pro me ad Dominum Deum nostrum.
Amen.
This translates into English as:
I confess to Almighty God,
to blessed Mary ever Virgin,
to blessed Michael the Archangel,
to blessed John the Baptist,
to the holy Apostles Peter and Paul,
to all the Saints and to you, brothers (and to you Father),
that I have sinned exceedingly,
in thought, word and deed:
through my fault,
through my fault,
through my most grievous fault.
Therefore I beseech the blessed Mary,
ever Virgin,
blessed Michael the Archangel,
blessed John the Baptist,
the holy Apostles Peter and Paul,
all the Saints, and you, brothers (and you Father),
to pray to the Lord our God for me.
Amen.
Speaking of strain, I need to introduce some fiber to my diet. I popped a blood vessel "heavin' a havana" last night, plugged up the Route 135 rest stop outhouse but good.
Seems the local area boys choir gave a concert last night, al fresco, takin' to the woods about the rest area, singin' what musta been Christmas carols, what with all the howlin' and gleefulness. Gave me a special feelin'. And the local police provided the twinkle lights, with their strobes of blue and red flashin' and they search lights flashin' across the tree line. Real community spirit.
I am with you, Christmas is a special time. Recently, or should I say annually, I get into it with the condo association (moved to a nice 50+ community a couple years back, where having a "Yankee Wife Swap" this Thursday at the socializin center)about my light display. Its the genuine article, I picked up the components on a business trip to Tijuana back in the 80s. That fact that the icicles resemble man gear irritates some of the non-joiners around the place. And those glass etchings, with the animals in the stable mounting one another on the cold December night so long ago, well, they tells it like it wuz. All these, and Elvis' "Blue Christmas" put me right in a festive spirit. None's is fer keepin' the holidays like ole TL. Sure, I wake in a puddle of my own sick now and again, but nothin' a good hosing down and some fire damaged candy canes caint fix. Time to go trim my nose hair. Merry Christmas, or should I say Feliz Navidad, what with the way things are and fear being such a silent motivator. Wow, that was deep fer even me. I could run for president, maybe cry on TV.
More like Dorothy if you ask me, you big girl.
4:18 PM
Hey Anon.
Your freaking Toto Turd.
You'll get Dorothy where the Sun don't shine.
5:04 PM
And vice a versa with the pissin off, it seems. Shoot, you'r hackles is up, and here I thunked that the Christmas spirit was powerful in you. In all things, the chicken come home to roost. But fear not, for born unto you tomorrow night is a savior, who is Christ the Lord. Made a couple nickels off that line on local access cable back in Galveston. Love this country.