Billboards don't lie
Long needed changes are coming to the Rams front office after this season. We can only speculate at what they are, but if we don't like them or they don't get results, maybe we can borrow an idea from some long-suffering Bengals fans.
Bloggers at the Who Dey Revolution passed around the hat to put up some billboards pleading with ownership to hire a GM. Classic.
Why didn't we think of this years ago?
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That website is 100% creepy.
I like their creativity and ambition and Fight Club is one of my favorite movies of all time, but man that’s creepy
Our country reeks of trees. Our yaks are really large. And they smell like rotting beef carcasses. And we have to clean up after them. And our saddle sores are the best. We proudly wear women's clothing. While searing sand blows up our skirts.
And the buzzards, they soar overhead. And poisonous snakes will devour us whole. Our bones will bleach in the sun. And we will probably go to hell. And that is our great reward. For be-ing the-uh Ro-yal Canadian Kilted Yaksmen!
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I thought the billboard thing was kind of funny.
I guess talk radio has been enough catharsis for our fans
by Ryan Van Bibber on Nov 12, 2008 4:23 PM CST up reply actions
I would like to see Dick Vermile come back
I think he is perfect for the front office right now, GM would fit him perfect,and every one would respect him,you know one thing from the start he will give us all his love every thing he has,and i always respect that about D.V
how can we get the oweners to look at him as posible replecment of that pathetic GM we have now
by james535 on Nov 13, 2008 12:50 AM CST reply actions
Except for the fact that he wasn't any good at player evaluation when he was here the first time
and those duties went to Charlie Armey. Not that that really matters…..
Our country reeks of trees. Our yaks are really large. And they smell like rotting beef carcasses. And we have to clean up after them. And our saddle sores are the best. We proudly wear women's clothing. While searing sand blows up our skirts.
And the buzzards, they soar overhead. And poisonous snakes will devour us whole. Our bones will bleach in the sun. And we will probably go to hell. And that is our great reward. For be-ing the-uh Ro-yal Canadian Kilted Yaksmen!

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