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During that timeframe, once on Network TV there was Todd Parrot’s radio to Dale Jarret (I think) where it was clear as a bell, “Get me a set of 20 pound shocks for this motherfucker”

Loch Mess

I had a LOT of fun in my twenties, then had two kids so I guess this represents my vag to crazy, possibly fictitious god sandwich lady.

If it makes you feel any better, I've heard the sun is hot but I haven't actually been so Norm there actually makes a really good point. Very knowledgeable, that Norm.

Not in response though; that is what they do. You’ve been to Spain, right? Gypsies have never cared about how they get money - just as long as they get it. I seriously doubt they were humiliated by those Dutch jerks.

I call this entire ensemble the “What would happen if Rodney Dangerfield and a bloated, possibly mumps-infected Andrew McCarthy reproduced a fully grown man?” look.

Why not just have the players cycle through the roles throughout the course of the game. Have it be some separate mode and institute some sort of quitting penalty that matters so that only the players that are willing to put up with a few turns of the less glamorous spots stick with it. I imagine there are enough

Who gives a shit

Note: Poochie died on the way back to his home planet.

We might swim in different pools...

This isn’t commuting to the office via Starbucks. If you’re not at race pace, you’re a hazardous obstacle on course. The amount he was off that pace was considerable.


A zone defense? Lol. The thought of how that zone would warp as Curry ran around the perimeter and the baseline and guys sprinting to the edge of their coverage to get on him before he can get the ball and shoot is hilarious. It would leave a ton of room on the weak side and the middle for the other guys to go to

It’s amazing that you strung together so many words, yet managed to dodge making a point like you’re some kind of word-salad matador.

That's no asteroid, that's a potato.

I am so entirely fucking over the Beyonce adulation. Has the incessant fawning over her just moved to self-parody now? Even if it has (and it certainly beats the alternative...) its played out. Just stop.