Well, we’re going to keep giving 110 percent, because it isn’t over til the fat lady sings.
It ain’t over till it’s over. On any given Sunday, this thread can beat any other thread out there. It may be going out a kid, but it’s coming back a star!
Still, it’s far from a slam dunk; we really need to think outside the box on this one.
All we need is a little elbow grease; let’s roll up our sleeves and put our collective nose to the grindstone and get 'er done!
But work smarter, not harder- remember, there’s no I in “team.”
Well, I’ll be a monkey’s uncle…it seems this thread is not done after all. I really thought it had bought the farm.
I have tried to quit posting to this thread, but I’ve got a monkey on my back! Others post and then it’s monkey see monkey do.
I was poking around the Game Room when this thread fell into my lap. Nobody is re-inventing the wheel here, but at the end of the day you all seem pleased as punch. It is what it is.
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Well, you can’t make a silk purse from a sow’s ear, and you can’t squeeze blood from a turnip.
That’s all I’m saying.
This thread may not win a beauty contest, but I wouldn’t kick it out of bed for eating crackers.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Or so I’ve been told. Who am I to say?
Yes, I agree that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, however, it is only skin deep. After all, pretty is as pretty does.
It gives a hundred and ten percent.
I can’t quit you!
So what are the key learnings here?
Just keep thinking out of the box, people. This needs to be a team effort, and there is no “I” in team.
I’m starting to notice some repetition in this thread, you know, same shit, different day. I guess there’s nothing new under the sun.
Well I’m here to change all that! I’m not leading you down the garden path, you see, there’s a new sheriff in town, and while I’m sure it’ll keep me as busy as a one-legged man at an ass kicking contest, I aim to clean up this thread.
Capisce!?
Well, well… here comes SixSwords acting like the cock of the walk. Don’t get too big for your britches, bucko, because you’re crusing for a brusing.
Put your money where your mouth is. Show him who’s boss. Clean his clock!
In other words, let’s you and him fight.
I have been put in my place, so I come to you, hat in hand, hoping to bury the hatchet. Can’t we all just get along? Let’s beat these swords into plowshares. If we don’t hang together, we will surely hang separately!