Patriot fans? They didn't die? Bummer.

Well played sub.

Tawm Brady

One can only hope.

Go Bills!

/sigh

Haters gonna hate!

A car carrying five New England Patriots fans back to Nova Scotia

Canada, huh? Almost made it.

This sounds emotional...

/someone get a hanky

This happened in Maine?. Does Stephen King know ab out this?

If smugness were combustible, would there be any Apple stores remaining?

/Then again, that car lot full of charred Fiskar Karmas suggests that maybe smugness *is* combustible.

If envy was combustible, several people in this thread would be charcoal.

Nova Scotia? They must have been awfully confused by our 4 downs, single 50-yard line, lack of 'rouges', and offensive players not running helter skelter all over the field before the snap.

/canadian weirdos

Eureka! I've done it!

Did you call, my old trout?

Look at this Watson! I've proven that smugness is combustible!

That's great, Holmes, but I don't see the utility of such a discovery, interesting though it may be from a medical point of view. It might explain spontaneous human combustion, for example, letting alcoholism off the hook, so to speak, what?

I don't expect you to understand you ass, Watson. But this is a great scientific breakthrough. Think of the enormous potential of a smugness combustion engine.

I am Holmes, I am, trust me.

That sounded a little snarky, Watson.

No, no, no. Not snarky at all. I'm just glad for you. (You'll probably be able to power a motor yacht all by yourself, smug bastard.)

Watson.

Yes, darling?

Don't make a brother cut a biotch!

Well, don't let me keep you away from your important work, Sherlock, my pudding and apple pie (cockney rhyming slang for "apple of my eye"). I'm sure you will want to produce a prototype of your smug-burning engine and present it to the Royal Society. Lots of potential there, eh?

Oh, Watson. Sometimes you can be such dick. It's endearing.

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Well, I have outdone myself this time.

Toot my own horn?

Don't mind if I do!

Toot! Toot!

Choo, choo, choo, choo, choo, choo, choo ....

 
THE HAWPPAH!