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He's already divorced from reality.

This is pretty much the take on r/bears.

BTW - Sorry Michael Vick, but Justin Fields is taking your seat and the Yards rushed in a single game record by a QB - 178.

The ref is just off screen at the bottom looking right at the play. The Fin player has already spun Claypool around and is apparently trying to get to second base with him. Ref Sgt Schultz - "I see NOTHING!" Even the announcers were waiting for the flag.

"A developed country is not a place where the poor have cars, it's where the rich use public transportation." - Gustavo Petro Swiped from LinkedIn

Let's see, a company I once worked for wanted to call all it's employees "Zone Heads". And I did "zone out" for about 15 minutes at another employer's store due to a lack of sleep across 3 days. So yeah, I guess I've been there.

General Dynamics General Motors General Mills General Disaster General Malaise Dollar General

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Awwww, madillo

Native American Heritage Night - Blackhawks

Ummm, I forgot what I was going to do.

This week and this week only..."LET'S GO BUFF-A-LO"!!!

When I was the on-call mgr at a store in Chicago, I was called to the layaway area where they told me a customer complained about the women's restroom. After verifying that nobody was in there, I had them buzz me in and it looked as if someone exploded - it was all over the floor, the toilet, the stall walls...I told the people at layaway not to let anyone else in there. I knew the lone stockman had been busting his tail that day with carry-outs & other things, so I went and filled a roller bucket with hot water & cleaner, grabbed some towels and a mop and headed over there. When I got there and had them buzz me in, THE PLACE WAS COMPLETELY CLEAN. I checked with the people at layaway & nobody 'fessed to letting anyone in. I asked the stockman & he said he was in the garden center area loading a customer's car. Restroom angels are real!

Or Trevor Goodchild

The solution is obvious...

A favorite poem of my Mom...

Provide your own Packers Stock Certificate for burning.