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My brain keeps telling me I can still play ... and my body tells it something totally different. I should be down around 8'ish  .
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Well, it's official ... my brain and body have parted company. Time to set up residency in the 'ol peanut gallery ...
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Your mistake, Brundlefly, is in letting your brain think it can play foos. The body is what plays foos. The brain just gets in the way. Why else would all the foos men on the various tables have visages of such vacuous yet elated stupor?
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Posted: Oct 18 2011 11:44PM