Surely you mean “Imagine a D Rose Boost 6 Copper Metallic/Power Red/Grey high top (currently marked down from $140 to $70) twisting its ankle stomping on a human face forever.”
You know, it’s strange. I agree with everything you just said. I’m a rational, intelligent, very handsome man and so it would seem that since I agree with your premises and feel that your reasoning is sound and since I even admire the clarity and engaging style with which you said it I must necessarily agree with your…
Woah, guys, I’m sorry if I offended anyone!
Thanks for the heads up! I think I will sit out the draft this year and test the waters next year. By then I’ll have cycled through four or five more workout routines from Men’s Fitness and I feel like my draft stock will really be at its apex. (Apex is the good one, right?)
And Cleveland’s pageant of disgraceful behavior continues. Act like champions, guys, not like a bunch of 17 year olds who just won their high school state championship. Take a lesson from the Bulls dynasty and comport yourselves with quiet dignity instead. And Lebron wants to compare himself to MJ? This never would…
He should have a 75 minute television special/shoe commercial/in-depth interview and call it The Certainty.
That movie was such a mindfuck like at the end when you find out that guy has been Bruce Willis all along.
Every day it feels more like God tapped JG Ballard on the shoulder up in heaven and said, “Dude. The 2016 Olympics....you have carte blanche. Fuckin’ amaze me.”
Rence Priebus issued his own statement, “The GOP, on the other hand, can make no promises whatsoever about who or what might or might not be shot to death in Cleveland on or about July 18-21st.”
With apologies to Mr. West:
Re: Sports fans in Cleveland
Ultimate, dude. How did you leave off Ultimate?
“I Lost My Wallet in El Banana Segundo” The David Milch Story.
Byron Scott’s coaching career isn’t exactly going as he might have hoped, but as I recall, when surrounded by four historically good players Scott could be a fucking assassin from behind the three point line.
Look, some of the slower Slothrops—second and third sons mostly—found their way down south. They found Cavalier culture more amenable to their temperaments and metabolisms than the gruesome solemnity of New England. They adapted to their environment: Grew jowls, intermarried, got haircuts that would have had them…
He sure made an effort. And trying is the first step toward failing.
I’d argue it is more Lebatard-esque.
Jesus seriously? How many NBA champions are there anyway? I had been led to believe that Curry fellow was the NBA champion and everyone else was just his supporting cast or whatever? Sports are hell of confusing.