Reply With Quote
as much as it sucks, let's hope Spurs Peak After Manu this year guys.
SPAM is looking like SCAM lately -- Spurs Crash After March.
But it's no time to stop believin . . .
as much as it sucks, let's hope Spurs Peak After Manu this year guys.
as much as it sucks, let's hope Spurs Peak After Manu this year guys.
Maybe we are meant to learn that the Spurs cannot live on SPAM alone.
The SPAM works in mysterious ways, usually on someone's digestive tract.
I threw out my old can of SPAM and put a new one on top of my TV yesterday.
That's definately true.
The SPAM is putting us to the test to see if we still believe.
1 more week babyyyy. before SPAM ignites!!!!!!!!!
Exactly.The SPAM is putting us to the test to see if we still believe.
Remember when Charlton Heston...umm I mean Moses disappeared on the mountain and all his peeps down below gave up hope and started sinning, worshipping gold Lebron statues and having wild drunken orgies?
That's basically what we have going on here right now...minus the alcohol.
Don't ever give up. Quitters never win, and winners, well, winners just beat the other guys when it counts.
I remember.
Last night the world watched and saw what we true believers have known from the time since we first read the words of the Prophet Ed. The power of the SPAM is with us. Some will say that the referees were wrong, that the shot was late. Or was it that the SPAM made time stand still? Was it that the SPAM, in its infinite wisdom, froze time in order to spite the one we call Beno? And if the SPAM is with, who can stand against us, my brothers and sisters? None can withstand the SPAM, but many will try.
Indeed, at this most holy time we find ourselves beset by the enemies of the SPAM, seemingly in stronger numbers than ever. Within arms reach in our division are three teams who will never rest until the have been vanquished by the powers of Hor Mel. Mavericks, Rockets, and Hornets they call themselves. But the true believer sees through their falsehoods, and sees what they are. UNBELIEVERS! BLASPHEMERS! PUNK ES, sons! Sipping their Kool Aid filled the bladder of hope til it runneth over, but without the hardy, filling sustenence of SPAM they will mearly piss their pants while their trophy cases go hungry yet again.
To the West, like a mighty purple rectal wart against a bright gold sunset stands the nation of Lakers. Last year the SPAM sought to teach its believers humility, so that we may appreciate the mountain peak by understanding the depths of its valleys and learning the value of the climb. But the SPAM was not done. The SPAM gave us and the nation a greater view to behold its greatest lesson: that as violence begets violence, so does beget . Kobe begat Phil, who begat Odom, who begat The Machine, who begat Pau who begat a 87 point loss that begat an entire army of y bandwagoners in Boston. Now it is time for the true believers to come together and slay the beast with a fiery spork, so that the pure of heart, the clean of spirit, and the free of sexual assault charges may once again look upon the kingdom from atop Mount O'Brien, and see that this world is good.
FTL
To those who would call themselves Spurs fans, this is the time to prove it. Words are cheap, actions are not. A great reckoning is coming; a time when the Riverwalk, swollen with the tears of Pop Haters, will flood its banks and cleanse this world. A time when the Starters of Scola Threads shall be loaded into a great red rocket and launched at the wicked heads of those who call for the trade of Bonner. And if you are not prepared to stand before Cuban himself in the heart of the American Airlines Center, scream "Four rings, got!", and slap him until his security guards martyr you, then you are not a true believer. If you lack the cons ution to send Charlie Rosen e-mail after e-mail detailing the greatest of David Robinson all night and all day until it crashes a server, then you are not a true believer. If your will is such that you would never drive around a visiting teams hotel honking your horn at 4 am, then you are not a true believer.
But if you are then you shall be welcomed at the gates of paradise by the Coyote, to be waited on for all eternity by 70 Silver Dancers.
Last night the world watched and saw what we true believers have known from the time since we first read the words of the Prophet Ed. The power of the SPAM is with us. Some will say that the referees were wrong, that the shot was late. Or was it that the SPAM made time stand still? Was it that the SPAM, in its infinite wisdom, froze time in order to spite the one we call Beno? And if the SPAM is with, who can stand against us, my brothers and sisters? None can withstand the SPAM, but many will try.
Indeed, at this most holy time we find ourselves beset by the enemies of the SPAM, seemingly in stronger numbers than ever. Within arms reach in our division are three teams who will never rest until the have been vanquished by the powers of Hor Mel. Mavericks, Rockets, and Hornets they call themselves. But the true believer sees through their falsehoods, and sees what they are. UNBELIEVERS! BLASPHEMERS! PUNK ES, sons! Sipping their Kool Aid filled the bladder of hope til it runneth over, but without the hardy, filling sustenence of SPAM they will mearly piss their pants while their trophy cases go hungry yet again.
To the West, like a mighty purple rectal wart against a bright gold sunset stands the nation of Lakers. Last year the SPAM sought to teach its believers humility, so that we may appreciate the mountain peak by understanding the depths of its valleys and learning the value of the climb. But the SPAM was not done. The SPAM gave us and the nation a greater view to behold its greatest lesson: that as violence begets violence, so does beget . Kobe begat Phil, who begat Odom, who begat The Machine, who begat Pau who begat a 87 point loss that begat an entire army of y bandwagoners in Boston. Now it is time for the true believers to come together and slay the beast with a fiery spork, so that the pure of heart, the clean of spirit, and the free of sexual assault charges may once again look upon the kingdom from atop Mount O'Brien, and see that this world is good.
FTL
To those who would call themselves Spurs fans, this is the time to prove it. Words are cheap, actions are not. A great reckoning is coming; a time when the Riverwalk, swollen with the tears of Pop Haters, will flood its banks and cleanse this world. A time when the Starters of Scola Threads shall be loaded into a great red rocket and launched at the wicked heads of those who call for the trade of Bonner. And if you are not prepared to stand before Cuban himself in the heart of the American Airlines Center, scream "Four rings, got!", and slap him until his security guards martyr you, then you are not a true believer. If you lack the cons ution to send Charlie Rosen e-mail after e-mail detailing the greatest of David Robinson all night and all day until it crashes a server, then you are not a true believer. If your will is such that you would never drive around a visiting teams hotel honking your horn at 4 am, then you are not a true believer.
But if you are then you shall be welcomed at the gates of paradise by the Coyote, to be waited on for all eternity by 70 Silver Dancers.
preach on brother. preach on!!!
Last night the world watched and saw what we true believers have known from the time since we first read the words of the Prophet Ed. The power of the SPAM is with us. Some will say that the referees were wrong, that the shot was late. Or was it that the SPAM made time stand still? Was it that the SPAM, in its infinite wisdom, froze time in order to spite the one we call Beno? And if the SPAM is with, who can stand against us, my brothers and sisters? None can withstand the SPAM, but many will try.
Indeed, at this most holy time we find ourselves beset by the enemies of the SPAM, seemingly in stronger numbers than ever. Within arms reach in our division are three teams who will never rest until the have been vanquished by the powers of Hor Mel. Mavericks, Rockets, and Hornets they call themselves. But the true believer sees through their falsehoods, and sees what they are. UNBELIEVERS! BLASPHEMERS! PUNK ES, sons! Sipping their Kool Aid filled the bladder of hope til it runneth over, but without the hardy, filling sustenence of SPAM they will mearly piss their pants while their trophy cases go hungry yet again.
To the West, like a mighty purple rectal wart against a bright gold sunset stands the nation of Lakers. Last year the SPAM sought to teach its believers humility, so that we may appreciate the mountain peak by understanding the depths of its valleys and learning the value of the climb. But the SPAM was not done. The SPAM gave us and the nation a greater view to behold its greatest lesson: that as violence begets violence, so does beget . Kobe begat Phil, who begat Odom, who begat The Machine, who begat Pau who begat a 87 point loss that begat an entire army of y bandwagoners in Boston. Now it is time for the true believers to come together and slay the beast with a fiery spork, so that the pure of heart, the clean of spirit, and the free of sexual assault charges may once again look upon the kingdom from atop Mount O'Brien, and see that this world is good.
FTL
To those who would call themselves Spurs fans, this is the time to prove it. Words are cheap, actions are not. A great reckoning is coming; a time when the Riverwalk, swollen with the tears of Pop Haters, will flood its banks and cleanse this world. A time when the Starters of Scola Threads shall be loaded into a great red rocket and launched at the wicked heads of those who call for the trade of Bonner. And if you are not prepared to stand before Cuban himself in the heart of the American Airlines Center, scream "Four rings, got!", and slap him until his security guards martyr you, then you are not a true believer. If you lack the cons ution to send Charlie Rosen e-mail after e-mail detailing the greatest of David Robinson all night and all day until it crashes a server, then you are not a true believer. If your will is such that you would never drive around a visiting teams hotel honking your horn at 4 am, then you are not a true believer.
But if you are then you shall be welcomed at the gates of paradise by the Coyote, to be waited on for all eternity by 70 Silver Dancers.
Good first post!!
Nice, my Spamite Extremist brother! You are wise in the ways of the SPAM.
FTL....FTL....yes.
I'm wearing my Spam-sa-belt slacks.
Copy that we are go for launch.
There are currently 1 users browsing this thread. (0 members and 1 guests)
Posting Permissions
