Even better work by whatever chick gets paid to be his personal pube-shaver.
Even better work by whatever chick gets paid to be his personal pube-shaver.
Wow, I did not know that. Sure enough, he admitted that following LeBron is a 'priority' in his own career decisions!
The only 'special analyst' on ESPN that REALLY knows his stuff is Brian freakin Windhorst! No joke. That guy delivers inside info and quality insight, as if he's a fly on the wall in the Cavs locker room.
Nash made his name by developing a trademark game. As far as effort goes, he's a 110%'er. No taking plays off , just played fast & furious from preseason to playoffs.
And with that - legions of young college men satisfied simultaneous urges to each serenade her by playing rigorous thumb-fife crescendos.
Haha. The LEGO area had security towers disguised as giant leggos and such.
I used to work at a store in the MOA years ago. There was an entire system of hidden hallways and walk-thru tunnels for employees, security, vendors, etc. to use.
Haha. Agreed. Dood-Bro McDinger status and inclusion is not segregated! Examples include any young man of black, brown, white, yellow or red skin color, (including fake-bake bronze), who dresses in attire like Will Smith's character in 'Hitch' but also compliments the look by randomly rocking any rare minor league…
Such a nondescript but totally perfect pic for this story! Isn't that 'Kelly' and Coach Butterballz from BNB!?
I think 'bros' was written to be interpreted with sarcastic and subtle tones to convey to readers that these guys are of the ''DOOD-BRO McDinger'' ilk. That is, the gen-X super-fan homers who use their lunch breaks to write wordpress blogs about (fill in team name here).
Forget the falling hoop. WHY is this game being played on the mon-STARS home court in Moron Mountain ...and where are Bugs Bunny and Michael Jordan?
There is nothing worse than those painfully awkward and ineffective PSAs for domestic violence. Although the cause is worthy and the intent is somewhat commendable on the surface ... WHY must we watch a seemingly constipated Cris Carter grit his teeth and grunt ad nauseum...as if he's passionately trying to pinch-off…
That pretend filthy-flapjack maneuver was probably part of a locker room joke. But now Blake better cough up some cream before Mr. Bean cries foul. Buy the blushing towel boy a new Optima, set him up on a date with Avery Johnson - and call it even.
I also appreciated his use of alliteration, as part of the clever comment!
No doubt. I don't wanna surf on dingleberries in the tub if they aren't my own.
Sigh. This doosh wins the 'Dood-Bruh McDinger' award for the week. He crossed that line from being a homer who's passionate about pigskin to being a boner who finger-paints mini-helmets on his foreskin.
That's cause he made the latest 18 year old he just raw dogged post it.
Holy dry shave...He snagged that pigskin zinger by the TIP w/ 1 hand!? Defies physics laws and human anatomy norms. He MUST have fingers as long and thick as jumbo kielbasas.