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Whenever I’m at some music venue that has flyers for a “90s-Themed” party, I swear it’s always like, “remember Britney Spears, N’Sync, and Third Eye Blind?” and I’m all, “remember there were other years in the 90s before 1998?”

I feel like 1990 should be second to last. Culturally speaking, that whole year was totally 80s.

And nostalgia+Poptimism is the speedball that devastates communities.

Pitchfork randomly shitting on an album 27 years later is peak Pitchfork.

So am I allowed to listen to Sublime or not?  The article isn’t clear and I want to make sure I’m legally protected against Pitchfork

If this actually turns out to be Chris Paul with a fake mustache fucking up the Lakers out of spite, I will personally write him a strongly worded thank you letter.

the only thing worse than getting hit by a bus is getting hired by one... FOLKS

The Los Angeles Lakerbockers

My brain always thinks Rich Paul is the State Farm version of Chris Paul, which makes these LeBron articles much funnier.

Deadspin today: Rich Paul acted in a very strange way for an agent! It is indicative of a huge mess in Lakerland!

Hmmm, I wonder why the Pelicans didn’t want to do business with this absolute clown-show of an organization

I don’t understand why there are apparently only like six people on the planet capable of assembling and running a functioning NBA team for any extended period of time (and one of those is roughly a hundred years old).

“tHe pElIcAnS aRe a tErRiBlE oRgAnIzAtIoN aNd sHoUlD tRaDe aNtHoNy dAvIs tO tHe lAkErS fOr tWo sTaLe sAlTiNeS aNd a pApEr cLiP.”

“This sounds like a bad thing.”

Yes, but the Pelicans suck for not giving in. 

I spent 30 minutes in line at a street festival in 70 degree weather to pay $8 for an award winning tamale yesterday and got a little sunburned, so I know how they feel.

Nobody does need to reach me in the wee hours of the morning. If someone dies, what can I do about it at 3 AM? If someone needs bail, the bank isn’t open then either. If my house is on fire, just yell, “Fire.”  See?  There’s no reason for me to leave my phone on 24/7.

My phone gets turned off constantly. Generally speaking it’s only on when I leave the house, and tends to get turned off soon after I get home. There’s no need for me to be available 24-7, so I don’t use the thing constantly.

I’m ready to start a GoFundMe to have Craggs write about sports again. 

Where the fuck is Craggs