So you only watched...one quarter of one game of the NBA finals? Who gives a shit what the fuck you think.
So you only watched...one quarter of one game of the NBA finals? Who gives a shit what the fuck you think.
(Handing you his torso doll) “I already did, man.”
One of several corrections that 2016 could use!
And thus it begins.
2a. The Warriors Medical Staff Is Now The Sixers Medical Staff
I’m not bringing you out of the greys for this, but I am willing to share it as a stupid statement. Reasonably intelligent, good-natured human beings with good senses of humour can identify satire in a heartbeat.
The fans might be justified if the Warriors really do become the first team to win a best of 7 playoff series 5-3
Oh I like this. I think I’ll try it out gladiator style. Keep it level long enough to see their confusion and then hit them with the thumbs down
I’m going to steal this. Lotta thumbs downs about to be delivered!
And the way they shifted a little blame Lowry’s way by claiming he “dived into the spectator stands...”
DID NO ONE NOTICE THE STONE COLD MUSIC RIGHT ON QUEUE?!
So, I’m not Dante3000, but I’ve worked almost exclusively for startup companies for my entire professional career, and I have Thoughts(tm) on Venture Capitalism.
Finally, a video that belongs on Deadspin.
Bike riders are easily the worst. Fuck those clowns n their Lance Armstrong cosplay outfits all bombing down the rail trail at a whopping 15 mph like they’re training for the Tour so they can go to the craft brewery later and sit around in their too-tight shorts trading Strava readings while complaining that the IPA…
I’m surprised DJ Gay had time for an interview with all the gigs this month.
Ahem. *Points at his handle aggressively*
I think the best scenario is that Durant makes a fatal mistake in Game 7 to lose the Finals and then we skip ahead five years and Durant has given up and gotten fat and Green has to come to his hut and convince him to come back and help them make one last title run together. And Green will bring a raccoon to the hut.
Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, maybe not even this year, but one day, a 97 mph fastball will rocket tip off the bat and strike this man directly in the money maker. And when that day comes, as he lies there contemplating death, he will realize with an alarming dread that he lies there writhing because of today
Co-signed, purely for the Draymond v. Laimbeer war crimes.
St. Louis vs. Boston: