darladoon
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If only there was some kind of convenient bed Murphy could have used.

Yeah, I’m not going to be so quick to write off a 73 win team that very well may have won the Finals in 5 if Draymond Green didn’t have some weird predilection for the dick punch, and lost a Game 7 that could have gone either way, as having been “figured out.” Westbrook and Durant gave them trouble because that is

Said this on another thread but it got buried, so I’ll mention it one last time and shut up. The best regular season teams in the 4 major sports (‘96 Red Wings, ‘01 Mariners [Modern era. Sorry dead ball Cubs], ‘07 Patriots, ‘16 Warriors) all choked in the playoffs.

I saw Testicular Contusion open for Megadeth at the Civic Arena in 1988.

Maybe instead of questioning my methodology you should look it up, smart guy.

Don’t apologize for using your brain, just stop doing it.

Were you the guy standing behind me at the DMV today? Longest 10 minute wait of my life.

so because she refused a debate, the mean ol mens shouldn’t have one? lol, the old lady had her a chance and she took her ball and went home, so fuck her.

“Few people seem to care about our sport. What’s the move here?”

Haha, your implication being that I’m a fusty old-timer because I think the final score is more meaningful than the rebounding totals?

Eh, I mean, the Warriors outscored the Thunder in those games, which tends to be a more reliable indicator of which team did basketball better.

Light rail NEVER should be at grade with cars. It should always be elevated or below ground level. This allows for faster speeds and even automation .

This is not good news. I’m a Californian born and bred. We have drought in our bones. Seriously. In our bones.

Good for him. Most college kids would hit the pipe.

So there is a reason for Pac12 network to exist!

That's a bat weight numb nuts

Paul Allen looked like they found a dead hooker on his yacht.

It’s important to take walks with empty pockets—no phone, no money, no iPod. It’s easier to do with a dog. My dog’s name is Zora. Last night, while she sniffed a patch of yard somewhere in my neighborhood I stood and looked at the sky as it moved behind a tall tree. Like a floret of broccoli disconnected from its

Vinnie’s got nothing on TacoTown:

I’m so glad I live in SF, because I am a very very butch woman, and I am constantly worried that “concerned citizens” might see me in a ladies room and flip out on my ass. I think I can cross off the entirety of the deep south off of any future travel itineraries.