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"I just drove in from Minnesota, and boy is my right hand tired!" *ba-dum-ch!*
What would be the karma of keeping a lost mp3 player filled with illegally downloaded music? Could I claim to balance out the universe or would I...
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I stopped following the Simpsons around 1995. While there were still some really funny and insightful episodes, this is when I first started...
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Follow him home and hang outside of his garage. Be sure to take lots of pictures.
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Curse you David Chase!!!!1!
I like the Darth Vader music for the Spurs intro.
Who? Mike James? Who?
Dang, Gibson is shooting badly in his extended minutes. "Boobie" should learn from Head.
Would putting a guy like Lewis, who isn't known as much of a post defender, at the PF spot be more successful than Battier's attempts early in the...
It depends on what the definition of "is T-Mac is" is.
It would be kind of funny if we were part of that 1/4 wiped out due to having our brains fried by cell phones; kind of like the lead used as a...
If that were the case, there would be no threads ragging on Rafer.
Pulling an Eddie G.
Why??! Oh, why did we let Yao go one-on-one with Teh Dream!!? Even at a scrimmage power level, it was folly to think a mere mortal could bang with...
Ask Mike Vick.
The homogenous crowd mixed with the pastel blue shirts makes the arena look like some kind of cult worshipping flopping and and the false idol of...
I dislike the cliche that the logos have to have a basketball shoehorned in somewhere just to remind us that we are indeed watching a basketball team.