Not to take away from the Green point, which was great, but good lord, the inside moves from Aminu and Plumlee in those clips were just goddamn awful. I’d like to credit Green, but Plumlee just sort of handed him the ball.
Not to take away from the Green point, which was great, but good lord, the inside moves from Aminu and Plumlee in those clips were just goddamn awful. I’d like to credit Green, but Plumlee just sort of handed him the ball.
This is such a tough choice. Do I care less about Kelly Ripa’s workplace spat or the identity of Becky with the Good Hair?
Only quibble: If Durant’s smart (ie, winning is what matters), he’ll stay where he is.
That’s a good and pithy way of articulating the amusing and baffling contradiction at the heart of white supremacy.
Huh?
Weird and sad.
No one cares when young kids go in the wrong bathroom. Eventually, they are old enough to watch out for themselves. Essentially, we’re talking about a year or two in a child’s life when this is a concern, and that can be ameliorated by friends and other steps.
One would imagine that an elite university would have some justification in teaching that history is much more complicated than sorting people into “good” and “bad” columns based on contemporary standards.
Male child molesters can walk into the boys bathroom and molest boys right now...
Hey, anytime you can match someone who couldn’t win 1% of the vote with someone who won 1 delegate last night, you’ve got to go for it.
Don’t do to them whatever your parents did to you.
Haha, you think I’m the troll? Projection. Also gives some insight into the “daddy” thing. Can’t imagine why someone with queer panic would go right to daddy relationships in a flailing attempt to insult someone on the internet.
I love that you (1) think I’m a woman and (2) are such a sad little child that you have nothing but slurs. You can’t think for your own, your ideas are shit, so you’re just piggy-backing on existing social malice in a hope that the malign effort of others will do the heavy lifting.
Oh no, does that mean I don’t get to be friends with the man child whose limp little boner guides him though life? Sad. Tragic, even.
Your boner’s record for stupid ideas remains unblemished.
You know, you have time to plan out these replies. You don’t have to publish the first dumb thing that pops into your head.
Why do you feel a need to inform us about your boner’s opinion? Do you think the world needs to know your dick rating of all women?
Didn’t tell you it was wrong. Telling you to keep it to your fucking self.
Even better. We need you chiming in to enforce the standards of beauty you’re comfortable with. If you didn’t randomly cast aspersions on people on the internet, how would women know what to be ashamed about?
Better bow out of this conversation. I can tell a comedy expert when I see one.