This will be my last chance out there for the forseeable future due to work/school schedules, so let's get some turnout! I'm good for that 3-4pm time frame.
OK. Who is playing this Saturday? Thinking about going to the Rockets event at 12:30, and then afterwards, going to hoop. Who is down?
I'll be there waiting for brooksball and vinsanity. You guys should come out and see just how bipolar and attention whoring I can be on the court. You can't hide behind a handle out there. There would be no saving face when I take it to ya'll. Struggling for air, fear creeping into the mind. Can he sustain the onslaught he's delivering? Can he really impede any forward progress I try to make? Do I really want to set another pick at the risk of breaking a rib? On second thought you guys should stay home in the comfort and safety of anonymity, rather than getting yourselves in a dog fight. My threat isn't fight oriented, rather the threat stems from a personal disrespect that was received and believe me I thrive on that. Kinda like when someone calls your jumper off before you release it, except the game hasn't started yet and I already feel my pulse quickening and my blood vessels dilating. Is this response just a consequence of a mental issue? Am I rambling on to further my attention w**** status? Who knows, I don't. Really, truthfully, I don't give a shiet. I'm just letting you guys in on a secret and that secret is that I will rip your heart out to have the respect back.
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