Dude, relax. The buildings themselves aren't obese.
Tamales
Chorizo
Cerveza
Anything else?
Yeah, nowhere in this country is that stuff sold.
I'll admit that was clever and made me laugh. But I see you dodged my actual request.
This is San Antonio de Bexar, after all.
San Antonio is a great NBA city. And, I don't even disagree that it's the best right now. Other cities might have arguments, but it's hard to refute that San Antonio's the best. However, I do have a some issues with a couple things said in this thread:
This is such a crap comment. When was the last time a city won an NBA le and overturned cars and started fires? Has it ever happened? The comment is arrogant as if San Antonio is the only city capable of not having some problems in a post le celebration. Again, when has cars being overturned and fires getting started even happened after an NBA le was won?1. The Spurs and their fans handle winning with class. "Do we overturn cars and start fires when we win a le?" he writes. "No. We celebrate with friends and family, maybe have a margarita on the Riverwalk and turn our focus to next season."
Wouldn't spoiled fans and the inability to sellout out playoff games take away from how good San Antonio is as an NBA city? I think that's a very legitimate criticism relevant to this topic.
Yeah, and you probably have all three of those food items in your frig right now, so what's your point?
Have people forgotten that the one game the Spurs didn't sell out was because of a ticketmaster up.
Do you even live in SA?
No ...
Really, you wasted a post on that? A sarcastic rhetorical question.
Yeah, I guess the staple of SA cookery is tofu.
Explain to me ol' wise one, what city's is?
Chicago with the deep dish, hot dogs and sausages. Philly with their cheesesteaks, hoagies and soft pretzels. Memphis, Houston, Dallas with their barbeque. You're right, all of them are damn health freaks.
SA is obviously the land of health and fitness.
And you obviously can't post more than 7-10 word sarcastic sentences. Perhaps instead of taking those few braincells that still function in your clinically dead brain and trying to squeeze them for everything they're worth to come up with those jewels, get out and go run because you pasty white dough boy are the last person who needs to be criticizing cities or any people on a proper healthy lifestyle.
Now now, child. Allegiance to one's hometown is admirable, though quaint. San Antonio is obviously the center of Western civilization and all that is good in the universe.
It's also the home of a nut who needs to get some tail.
Impressive, you are now achieving plus 20 words per sarcastic sentence. Slow your pace down though, don't want to bust a blood vessel now.
Yeah, well, I do not reside in San Antonio. Dear me.
My favorite memory of Fiesta as a child was visiting El Mercado and snacking on some grilled tofu. Yum.
Which would explain many a'things.
From your lumpy pale white backwoods look to your insatiable need to make yourself look like a re ed human being to the simple fact that at 11 o'clock on a Friday night you're on your computer acting going back and forth with me. I guess where you reside not only is health number one on the menu but so is a nonexistent social life.
.... because the inevitable reply from you will question my involvement in this little fest at 11 o'clock on a Friday. As if I really need to explain myself, well, being at home with my "tail" is a much better night spent. Have fun with that. I'll be in eager anticipation.
Yeah, obviously I wouldn't be enjoying a weekend without the wife and you wouldn't be lying while defending your true love, Santa Antonioria.
A wife? Dude, either you kidnapped a woman and locked her in a cement room under your house or you dress up in your mothers clothing. Either way, you're lying your g'd ass off with that one. By the way, clever, Santa... I love that guy but don't think I'd date him.
No need to share your tactics. I'll read them on the Smoking Gun soon enough.
Get a room.
I can actually see where you get your he-lar-ious material from.
'MB on the computer in the living room. He scratches his head in what looks like frustration. He then stomps his foot on the floor.'
MB: Hey, I got this guy on the forum I post at, he's being a total a-hole (because white trashians say a-hole) and it's pissing me off. What should I say.
'Mummbled words barely break through the stained carpet.
MB: Jesus christ, wait a minute.
'MB gets up from his chair and opens a hatch.'
MB: What'd ya say?
'A young lady in a potato sack with the word "wife" spelled with glow-in-the-dark crayola crayon sits in a dark corner shaking like a scared dog'
Woman: Tell him he needs to get some tail.
MB: Woooie, that's ing perfect, honey. Tonight, you get two rolls with your sammitch.
'Five minutes later...'
MB: Ahhhh , I told him what you told me and he's still at it.
Woman: Post a big picture of downtown San Antonio and tell him not to all over the screen.
MB: Baby girl, what would I do wid out you?
Woman: Just let me go Mister, please.
MB: Shut up .
And so concludes another Friday night at the MB home/trailer/sex prison.
Last edited by Buddy Holly; 08-03-2007 at 11:51 PM.
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