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tommy wrote:

dad wrote:

tommy wrote:

doug rr wrote:

tommy wrote:

wease wrote:

tommy wrote:

tree_ wrote:my FIL always has Vernors in his fridge. It's alright but I don't see what the big deal is.

It tastes like a blend of ginger ale and cream soda

You’re giving it too much credit

That being said, it is an essential ingredient in a Detroit egg cream and I thoroughly enjoy that concoction.

I've always been skeptical about mixing soda and dairy. Maybe I'll try one this Christmas.

never had a root beer float?

I despise Root Beer. Tastes like carbonated mouth wash.

what are your thoughts on birch beer?

I've never had it, but I just looked it up and it sounds like one of the primary flavors is wintergreen so I would imagine it also tastes like carbonated mouthwash.

96583UP wrote:Hi Coach,

Thanks for the update. Keep strong. We poop as one.

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96583UP wrote:

96583UP wrote:Hi Coach,

Thanks for the update. Keep strong. We poop as one.

-96573939574839UP

not getting bottom-paged on this issue

#TeamCoach

tommy wrote:Well, I am English

96583UP wrote:Hi Coach,

Thanks for the update. Keep strong. We poop as one.

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spike wrote:

Coach wrote:

Anders wrote:

Coach wrote:Anyway, I'm back in the dating saddle and have a date with a pretty girl tonight, so onward and upward.

Nice! Good luck.

Thanks, it went well. It was weird to hookup and not be drunk lol.

Sounds like it went better than well, you slut.

Coach wrote:

spike wrote:

Coach wrote:

Anders wrote:

Coach wrote:Anyway, I'm back in the dating saddle and have a date with a pretty girl tonight, so onward and upward.

Nice! Good luck.

Thanks, it went well. It was weird to hookup and not be drunk lol.

Sounds like it went better than well, you slut.

We just made out, so no biggie.

The bigger challenge will be tonight...I know she will want to get laid and they have me on Zoloft and I have the sexual side effects. Doc says those will subside over the next few weeks.

In the meantime, it's a very inconsistent Coach right now so we shall see what happens, lol.

E.H. Ruddock wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:

wease wrote:

tommy wrote:

tree_ wrote:my FIL always has Vernors in his fridge. It's alright but I don't see what the big deal is.

It tastes like a blend of ginger ale and cream soda

You’re giving it too much credit

That being said, it is an essential ingredient in a Detroit egg cream and I thoroughly enjoy that concoction.

big fan of egg creams but never heard of a Detroit egg cream. What's the difference i wonder?

Generally speaking, other egg creams aren't made in Detroit. This one is.

Coach wrote:

96583UP wrote:Hi Coach,

Thanks for the update. Keep strong. We poop as one.

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Thanks, man. And thanks to everyone for the support and messages. I'm more upset about being dumped, lol. But, I am trying to move on and know that will take time.

Coach wrote:

spike wrote:

Coach wrote:

Anders wrote:

Coach wrote:Anyway, I'm back in the dating saddle and have a date with a pretty girl tonight, so onward and upward.

Nice! Good luck.

Thanks, it went well. It was weird to hookup and not be drunk lol.

Sounds like it went better than well, you slut.

We just made out, so no biggie.

The bigger challenge will be tonight...I know she will want to get laid and they have me on Zoloft and I have the sexual side effects. Doc says those will subside over the next few weeks.

In the meantime, it's a very inconsistent Coach right now so we shall see what happens, lol.

Jorge wrote:

Coach wrote:

spike wrote:

Coach wrote:

Anders wrote:

Coach wrote:Anyway, I'm back in the dating saddle and have a date with a pretty girl tonight, so onward and upward.

Nice! Good luck.

Thanks, it went well. It was weird to hookup and not be drunk lol.

Sounds like it went better than well, you slut.

We just made out, so no biggie.

The bigger challenge will be tonight...I know she will want to get laid and they have me on Zoloft and I have the sexual side effects. Doc says those will subside over the next few weeks.

In the meantime, it's a very inconsistent Coach right now so we shall see what happens, lol.

Just take care of her, Coach. And when she wants to return the favor just say "I like to wait a bit for that." She will have no complaints

Jorge wrote:

Coach wrote:

spike wrote:

Coach wrote:

Anders wrote:

Coach wrote:Anyway, I'm back in the dating saddle and have a date with a pretty girl tonight, so onward and upward.

Nice! Good luck.

Thanks, it went well. It was weird to hookup and not be drunk lol.

Sounds like it went better than well, you slut.

We just made out, so no biggie.

The bigger challenge will be tonight...I know she will want to get laid and they have me on Zoloft and I have the sexual side effects. Doc says those will subside over the next few weeks.

In the meantime, it's a very inconsistent Coach right now so we shall see what happens, lol.

Just take care of her, Coach. And when she wants to return the favor just say "I like to wait a bit for that." She will have no complaints

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

dad wrote:

96583UP wrote:

96583UP wrote:Hi Coach,

Thanks for the update. Keep strong. We poop as one.

-96573939574839UP

not getting bottom-paged on this issue

#TeamCoach

sorry, bro.