Big Ten Field Hockey Tournament

are you alright? If not, I hope you get to the hospital. If you are okay, you put together one of the best series of comments that I've seen in a while and I need to thank you for the good laugh this morning.

way back in 1972 (approximately 1972) i had a stuffy nose. wow! "anything else to add?" well, i was born january 3, 1964, thus i must have been "approximately" 8 years old. "AND?" gosh darn, i guess not... what a minute! oh yeah, there is. my life is a pile of hits. so anyway my mom has me snort the ammonia from one of those things i'd never seen before: an albino rat itsh with some funky net around it? i'm so happy i could stih a chunk of the berlin wall, with some grafitti of a poop on it. anyway, i went ufignck nuts running around like a headless chicken, jumping over furniture probably trying to locate my new and extra (a spare, i guess) as hole. a few years earlier around 1969, a doctor in the dallas irving area claimed there was a hole in my chest which is a bit unrelated to the smelling salt story here. i mention this only because the hippocratic oath is rattling around between my ears: maybe i am a genuine sad sack of Galen's peanuts, that the gladiators relished. a much bigger story than the "spirit" of ammonia story. so my writing is sith also. something seems to be wrong with my nose and i'm wondering if the ammonia caused permanent damage to some or all of the nerves in my nose. when i press my nose down just slightly i feel very normal, no great cosmos to evaluate. when my nose is "normal" slight ski jump, i'm bananas basically. my teeth are in extremely bad shape, and i just noticed that the nerves in the face mouth nose seem to be interconnected. i recently got tennitus (maybe a gift from Apollo). My life hasn't been that different that a full-blown holocaust. a bit of an exaggeration, but i staggered for over 40 years wondering what the doctor was talking about when he claimed there was a hole in my chest, as he never explained what he was talking about, or wheather it was good bad or "neutral." i noticed some claim the nazi doctors violated the hippocratic oath. sorry for mixing two different subjects, i should take more time with this. maybe at 49 now there isn't much point in being a "good" writer. a billion dollars might help improve my writing, it certainly would afford me a log cabin on 50 thousand acres, and a pet mosquito named "fraud, fraud, and more fraud." i'm suprised the germans haven't offered me some "hartshorn" to write one super crazy book. sort of funny, but i'm in pretty bad shape with cockroaches as my only remaining relative. pretty much. some more coo coo wrting: why does this pressing my nose down slightly help and do you have any recommendations on "nose weights" that would help keep my nose (and my feet) on level ground? or am i looking at hippocrates knife for twinkies and ding dongs (poor hostess!)?

I would think that too, that's definitely they're most successful program right now.