Kyrie Iriving’s laughter could be heard echoing off the great ice walls at the edge of all things.

These young men and, really, more and more people are seeing that these young men, and I’m telling you the papers have been writing about this and about how I’ve been very strong in this regard, these young, strong men can actually be tied together with, I guess it’s this type of plastic cord, plastic cord that is…

Don’t worry; they plan on coming out with a new cult with a much easier method of interaction with the public, based on selling the women they have collected. It’ll be called “Vendo in Nomine Domini Obsequiosum Vestrum Sororium”.

But will he be good when the playoffs come? That’s the real test.

I would have thought the article made no sense. I mean Obama’s oldest daughter wasn’t even born yet when Cobain died. Now we are supposed to believe a baby dyed her hair blue? The whole story would fall apart.

Keith Hernandez? I DESPISE HIM.

(Clyde Frazier pops up out of nowhere)

If they were stocks...id buy a ton, chop em up, repackage them in a nashville Jersey reverse index fund with a strategy of maintaining a negative correlation to the pittsburgh penguins index

pr0FF3ss0r_F4rnsw0rth: yo whats the big deal

That neck will be a wreck.

As a law professor, supporter of publicly-funded legal aid, and long-time ill-fitting khakis advocate, I assure you that in our cabal, public legal aid and khakis go together like... well, like khakis and absolutely any top you could imagine. Blazer, dress shirt, polo shirt, t-shirt...

So his grandpa employs Francesa, and his dad employs Francona. There’s a 133.3 percent chance that Jeff Francouer ends up working for Brody Chernoff some day.

wow this reminds of me of that one time i broke my tibia on my first day on the job

I know that neighborhood. Times have really changed, I guess. It used to be that nobody had the balls to mess with Darrelle Revis at the intersection of Down Avenue and Shutte Parkway.

You mean she’s like a person who looks older as they age? Weird.

I’m a firm believer it should always be Porzingis vs Drovell.

I feel bad for Rovell, but this is great content.

I was Cincy this weekend and actually saw all this happen - it was nuts. I was down at the New Amsterdam, staring at this yellow-haired girl, then Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation with a black-haired flamenco dancer . . . and then he spit on her.

+ 1/?

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