You’re LaVar Ball?

Milk is a pretty solid 3-and-D guy.

Two observations:

I’d consider picking up Dez Bryant for my FFL squad, but only if I get clarification on if his mom was a hooker first.

Right and wrong; you’re conflating penalties.

I hate, hate Donald Trump and wish he would die, of whatever causes. That said, I have a soft spot for Dr. Borstein.

Fight me.

That’s the most athletic thing a “D. Rose” has done since circa 2012.

Where there is a god, there is conspiracy to cover up two murders.

Fuck off Ray Lewis and plz disappear from the public eye you prick.

But 1000 monkeys with 1000 keyboards could get it in the ballpark.

“Great center.” Dude, gtfo. He’s a more nuanced DeAndre Jordan.
Even with Patrick Ewing’s tutelage, he never developed the ability to do a THING outside of the paint.

He used his athleticism to circumvent the fact that he had the EQ of a fucking gnat, and was so much less than the sum of his parts.

This is an excellent, excellent piece and really hits at the center of the Venn diagrams of things I muse about (rap/music in general, power dynamics, people who speak their mind even when knowingly off base (Rick Ross), the influence of money, etc, etc- I like weird things).

That may be too obscure for most, but somewhere, a Bull got his wings.

“What’s wrong, got some sand in your Great North Sea Fleshlight?! Pussy.”

Jesus, what is that thing in John Scattergood’s Twitter pic? Is that an Aquatic Pocket Pussy?!

Not even close to the ref assist record, which was set by Tim Donaghy in the 2002 Western Conference Finals Game 7.

Now THAT’S some cross country skiing I can get behind.

Jesus, is the lead singer having a seizure? Should we be concerned?

The season takes place in a calendar year.

Warning: pedantic asshattery forthcoming: