Hyperbole much, Luke? Armstrong's playing the role of the proverbial Burr in his former teammate's side is not tantamount to challenging Hamilton to a duel.

"Fuck all of you Johnny-come-latelys. I was rooting passionately for the on-court failure of a King long before most of you were a gleam in your daddy's eye."

You can take one of those crayons and color me unimpressed. The last guy I knew of who worked for Slate drove a car so shitty he had to use his own feet to make it move and then it got tipped over by a platter of brontosaurus ribs.

Pictured: Mary Johnson, her voice too weak to be heard, visually answering a reporter's question about where she intends to spend her 105th birthday.

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Meanwhile, LeBron remains in his hotel room, repeatedly showering and emerging therefrom in the vain hope that he'll find Victoria Principal in bed complaining about a really strange dream.

Don't forget about the plucky if not obnoxious Cuban underdog.

It was also what Hulk muttered to Wonder Woman in the executive washroom at the Hall of Justice.

Congrats to the Mavs, and to the City of Dallas which will finally get to put on a parade where LBJ remains second banana at its conclusion.

MIAMI HEAT 2011 NBA CHAMPS!!!

I haven't seen a Cuban drop that much profanity since Lucy burned Desi's toast.

it's Pierce hanging out

Now that's thinking outside the invisible box. +1

No, no, no! The bumper sticker said "HONK if you love the Heat."

Parasailing

Mahinmi could be in position to take a charge here.

she took a couple of plush-less photos for a men's magazine (for charity, of course)

Not really sure why Jenny insisted on putting her number into Chris' phone. Everyone knows it's 867-5309.

I'm in......and Zeppin' it up.

tainted beef