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You didn’t see this KD when he was playing with Westbrook because he was playing with Westbrook

They drafted overlooked or question-mark players with relatively high picks, developed them into stars within a team framework, and then added the perfect complement to what they had built. If this were a movie, you’d give it four thumbs up but since it happened in real life, people shit on it.

Counterpoint: The Cavs ARE flawed. They are only great relative to their competition in the East. They are mediocre to below-average defensively and their offense is a grind, whose only production requires Lebron and Kyrie being utterly super-human in isolation. They have marginalized Kevin Love (in the long-term) and

Who cares what the motivation is? Any Doris is great Doris.

In classic Britney fashion, she did not bother to put a bra in that Japan-bound luggage. Never change, Brit.

Britney has that “Running out to the 7-11 for some Winston Ultra Lights” aesthetic and she is sticking with it, by God.

By this standard other than the 2015 Warriors who was the last “built” title team- Cleveland bought Lebron and then poached Love, the Celtics traded for Allen and Garnett, the Lakers for Pau, any subsequent Spurs title has Lamarcus- what maybe the 2011 Mavs or 2014 Spurs?

You write this same comment in every story about the Warriors. You must be feeling pretty sore about something. If you’d like, I’m at the Isle of Man TT right now having a great time watching motorbikes go round and am generally pretty happy with life, buy you a beer?

Braggart

“When the masseuse came out to introduce herself, she said, “Hello, I’m Lorraine.” I stuck out my hand and confidently said, “I’m Lorraine.” Wrong.”

Radical acceptance when you’ve fucked up socially is one of the hardest but most important things to learn, especially when you have this tendency to ruminate on what you’ve done and how everyone probably hates you for it.

“Just give it seven seconds” is also the name of my sex tape!

It’s called “Hooped”. On the poster Rihanna is trying to lean back against Durant, but she’s barely tall enough to reach his abdomen. He’s giving a comical, endearing shrug while holding a basketball.

The only question is how the studio marketing team will try to justify casting Katherine Heigl as Rihanna and Bradley Cooper as Durant.

KD tweets were pretty damn entertaining before he went full #brand bland.

Jon Lovitz is a shoein to play Jeff Van Gundy

I’ve seen this romcom before. KD and Rihanna’s fight make them realize that the only thing worse than how they feel about each other is how they feel WITHOUT each other. They eventually fall in love and end up getting married. Jeff Van Gundy, still obsessed with Rihanna, tries to interrupt the ceremony but ends up

Cuz stanky fuckboys gonna stanky fuckboy. I am flat as a board and still have had my backside groped at concerts and bars because there’s always that one asshole who does it just because he thinks he can.

Such a stupid thing to do, right? Ugh.

Trump tweeted a response to Kathy Griffin within hours but took a few days to say anything about the Portland stabbings. Why am I even still surprised by stuff like this?