Saturday, December 25, 2010
Merry Christmas, Baltimore
About to watch the Celtics versus the Magic while listening to Height with Friends, and wondered how come Baltimore has only a aba-esque basketball team? Baltimore, home of Carmelo Anthony, produces many basketball players and seems like a condusive b-ball environment for some legit NBA team. Despite LeBron's quote of lack of talent to foster large league size, B-Balltimore should have an NBA team, and would work very legit.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Favre; "The Answer"
Who does Brett Favre think he exist like? The answer? The Answer. With Favre's career swerving, and likelihood of never catching a title (again for #5/6) likens Favre to A.I.
Favre res-bowling the league: 5-6
Iverson in Turkey: 12-1 NBA, 1,020,000 - 100,000 Lira
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Do NOT Seek the Treasure
Never like it again: a pessa-fata-total downer thought. The conditions for fortune not only slip through our fingers daily, but hark our sense of responsibility only to pull on our emotional features as well, no? Stocks. They s a bit of a whomper no? Tell more? Get canned for insider trading. Pass up a chance to have it made, can really see why these guys (mostly) jump off buildings lol.
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Walking back from bars has its upside. Positively stammering back to Boston after a few and a blunt beside the Charles qualifies a good night. One could only want to play their social repetoir on such an occasion. The socialites by the Charles run few and far between, but good-natured questing home can almost always attract someone... or something.
Life by the river can accomodate a roving drunk smoker, looking for those alike. However, those already living near the river live far more delicately than the visitors. Noise came busteling down the skinny, dirt path. Cars streamed by the path, but the river swallowed their existence. The path cut treeline from riverbed. What would one find down this little path? A person? A duck? Or so one would think.
One last hearty justle of the drunken leg alarmed whatever had taken guard along the riverbed. It slipped into the river with a splash like a poolside patron cannonballing. A splash of startling suprise from the guardian. It pulsed back into the water and left the hammered socialite with nothing more than a "snub". So much for sharing a buzz; the guardian would rather jump (back?) into the river than to share its meeting place with the traveller.
Life by the river can accomodate a roving drunk smoker, looking for those alike. However, those already living near the river live far more delicately than the visitors. Noise came busteling down the skinny, dirt path. Cars streamed by the path, but the river swallowed their existence. The path cut treeline from riverbed. What would one find down this little path? A person? A duck? Or so one would think.
One last hearty justle of the drunken leg alarmed whatever had taken guard along the riverbed. It slipped into the river with a splash like a poolside patron cannonballing. A splash of startling suprise from the guardian. It pulsed back into the water and left the hammered socialite with nothing more than a "snub". So much for sharing a buzz; the guardian would rather jump (back?) into the river than to share its meeting place with the traveller.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
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