U forget that Suns game?
U forget that Suns game?
The NBA got the series it wanted and the outcome it wanted even if it finally could not pull a rabbit out and skew it to 7 games or some like that.
Re this "artificially induced" finals, I am sure a lot watched and some even cared, that the Heat destroyed the Thunder.
Meanwhile, in all honestly, by far the two best and complete teams (the Bulls and Spurs) were home due to injuries or spurrious officiating at key moments and count the fans of the Celtics, Lakers and Mavs as also rightfully pissed off that their teams simply count not stand in the way of a dream match to end a shortened season. It iwll be peculiar for sure, that for some reason this season unlike the 99 season will not have an * attached to it; but one should be and doubled down as **2012 champs, for in reality the Heat are still a beatable team with no depth and poor skill at at least two positions, but whom somehow got the games called the way they needed for their superstars and of course "redeemed themselves" after last years seemingly equally scripted defeat where the NBA Gods placated Cuban finally.
Therefore, to get in step with what the Commish and the NBA Gods want many of you will coronate the King and revive his countdown to 7. You will surely pray and hope that Howard gets what the he really wants. You even will hope D. Williams goes to the Lakers or some such crap as that.
A few of you wil surely also hope that things will work out well for the Lottery lucky (or enhanced) Hornets who went from being owned by the NBA to a tax write off for a car salesman.
However, count me out of really caring for the NBA so much anymore.
For as my 14 y/o said, Dad if they are not going to even give them a chance with the calls why the should we watch or even care anymore? One should not and I cannot - so out for at least a long, long time.
Honestly, that's what I call a cool story bro. Such a riveting tale, I honestly copy and pasted it to word, saved on my hard drive, backed it up on a jump drive, drove to the bank, put the jump drive in the safe deposit box, and will leave it there until my kids turn about 12 (when they can actually state their age, and ask what it is I'm showing them), when I will pick it up, put it in an old USB drive reader and relay this cool story to them and tell them, "kids, this is what a cool story should look and sound like...not like the stories your generation tells.
I don't know. Maybe.
I have not rulled out the possibility, but I don't have enough information yet to be certain one way or the other.
If Senator Obama has addressed the anti Christ accusations, I would be greatly interested to hear what he had to say.
Have any articles/ quotes?
I'd when ii read the thread le.. good one Nono.
When I'm at the Wal-mart or grocery story I typically pay with my debit card. On the pad it comes up, "EBT, Debit, Credit, Cash." I make it a point to say loudly to the check-out clerk, "EBT, what is that for?" She inevitably says, "it's government assistance." I respond, "Oh, you mean welfare? Great. I work for a living. I'm paying for my food with my own hard-earned dollars. And other people get their food for free." And I look around with disgust, making sure others in line have heard me.
I am going to step this up. I am going to do far more of this in my life. It's going to be my personal crusade. I hope other libertarians and conservatives will eventually join me.What I plan to do this week, is to get yard signs made up, at my own expense, that read, "EBT is for Welfare Moochers." I will put the signs out on public property off of the right-of-way so it's entirely legal, in front of every convenience store or grocery store that has a sign out saying "EBT Accepted Here." I may even do some sign waving in front of these stores, holding up my "EBT is for Welfare Moochers," sign, and waving to passers-by.
If I meet a Democrat in my life from here on out, I will shun them immediately. I will spit on the ground in front of them, being careful not to spit in their general direction so that they can't charge me with some stupid little nuisance law. Then I'll tell them in no un-certain terms: "I do not associate with Democrats. You all are communist pigs, and I have nothing but utter disgust for you. Sir/Madam, you are s of the earth." Then I'll turn and walk the other way
srs post,
I thought Messina did a great job in late third and the fourth...He dictated the offense and that's a huge sign of respect from the players.
It's always been a fantasy of mine to be a sex slave for 2 bears, male and female, pleasing the male when she's tired, and vice versa. Slowly sliding my lips up and down his thick shaft, tasting his pre- on my tongue. Once he's had enough of that, he rolls over onto his back, lifting me up as though I weighed nothing. Gently placing me on his , I guide him in, feeling him stretch me wide open. I moan with pleasure, feeling him fill me up. He growls softly, I feel it rumble deep in his chest, vibrating all the way down his body and through mine. He continues to lift me up and then pull me down. He's doing all the work for me, it feels so good, the warmth of the fur, his paws either side of my waist. He is in total control, I'm just nothing compared to his vast size and strength, but I have total trust in him, I know he won't hurt me. I feel the pace quicken, almost imperceptibly. I slowly stroke myself, feeling myself nearing the point of no return coming closer with every stroke. I can hear the growl getting louder now; he speeds up even more, forcing me further and further down onto his thick . If it wasn't for the fact I my body is releasing so many endorphines, I would probably be screaming in agony. Except I am panting and whining, just like a , begging her mate to fill her up. His claws dig in deeper, the pain, its exquisite. It sends me over the edge. My head goes back, I let out a short grunt, I feel my explode, covering his chest fur in my seed. I keep stroking, it looks as though I'm trying to rip my out. I let out another grunt, another torrent flows forth, then another and another. A drop lands on the beasts muzzle. He seems confused for a moment. That's what I think. He digs his paws in even harder now and slams me onto his , I feel his grumble turn into a roar. He's ming, oh my god. I can feel in, filling me up. It's indescribable. He's mating with me, he's claimed me. I feel him slow, his still throbbing within me, it seems as though there's no more room for his . It's dripping out of me, onto his fur. I reach down, and then bring my hand up, tasting him. It's more than I ever expected. It's heaven.
It just will take a better team built exactly like the more dominant, deeper and experienced Spurs to thrash them in the next round as erratic/enigmatic teams like LAL and/or the owner destroyed Mavs have gagged several games to the talented but still unproven Thunder?
Yet SAS fans are supposed to fear the over-hyped Thunder who somehow are still 6-0 in the playoffs.
They are unbeaten so far despite poor ball movement and too much perimeter shooting, questionable coaching, and questionable decision making and have won two games with bounces on the last shot by Durant (and game winners both could just as easily come out)
They seem to have no true scorers off the bench outside of Harden who will not be able to flog into the lane vs. Jackson or Leonard with such impunity and the Spurs will confuse the heck of of Westbrook and body up to Durant, while Duncan if he continues to hit from the outside will negate the shotblocking of Ibaka and the over-hyped Perkins.
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By the way, Mr. Kevin Durant you made a very clutch shot down the stretch but were really bailed out by the "beardman" (Harden) and your last soft airball intentionally missed FT looked Splitteresque and was so pathetic it could have ultimetely cost the game - even after the epic fail that was LAL tonight. As the pride of Montrose Christian HS (down the street from me near Bethesda, MD) you should at least be able to hit the rim or close, LOL on that one.
Go drink drano and sleep slumpbuster.
Udoka, IMO
I will find you and sit over your mouth as your nose penetrates my puckered sphincter, tickling and gyrating against my prostate, then I feel it rising, you begin to wretch as my bowels begin to empty, filling your large nostrils with lumps of half digested sweetcorn and peppers. The gooey liquid makes you gag, thereafter my erect p*nis begins to throb, the glistening pre being replaced by an eruption of bollock yogurt, landing on your hairy p*ssy and flat chest. At this moment both the sh*t flow and semen spurts subside, as I rise, watching you rolling about in shock, mixing your saliva with my putrid droppings and semen, your body becoming one large van gogh creation of the most grotesque kind.
Went to get my SI from the local Barnes and Noble and a high school kid, albeit super talented/humble and all that + the Mormon angle is on the cover instead of Duncan.
http://content.usatoday.com/communit...trated-cover/1
How bad does it suck that the "greatest player of his generation" is not on the cover for another PARKER, not Tony (who would have deserved it for the Spurs run through the playoffs and end of the season) even though:
1) he probably, definetely does not care;
2) that cover is coming as the Spurs continue to roll; and
3) they claimed this kid was the best since James - having seen Durant play at Montrose Christian* I find that hard to believe.
4) the SI story came on Duncan came out on the internet days before.
5) nice not to have the SI jinx against the Spurs going until they win
* although a couple of decades before, Shaq in SAS was arguebly more dominant than either, I saw him destroy backboards and opponents even when a raw big man at Cole HS when I was a pediatric resident and sports doc for the school and a guy named Lew Alcindor was the best I ever saw in a HS game when he was in the NY area.
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Let me leave you with some parting advice though. I can see from your utilization of racial slurs and other offensive material that you like to live life on the edge. These kinds of things can be dangerous and I know the allure can be appealing but I would advise you to not go chasing any waterfalls, honestly I believe you should stick to the rivers and the lakes that you’re used to and by that I mean talking about UA bball on your user page with that other UA kid whats his name. I know that you're stubborn and strong willed I can just see that just by the way you you came back from being banned 754 different times and I know that you’re gonna have it your way or nothing at all, but I truly think you're moving too fast. Remember; life is a marathon not a sprint.
C'est la vie.
Are you guys copying posts from a previous thread? this is hilarious
I think from multiple threads. The track and field one is how avante always responds to people. The one i posted isn't from here
thats my favorite copypasta of all time
gorilla warfare
serious post though, in his interview, seems like a very humble guy
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