the thread about nothing...

Magic game was pretty fun. I'd say there were more Celtics fans than magic fans lol. Couple times during free throws there were noticeable "Let's go Celtics!" chants. I was like man that's sad. Away team getting chants and more cheers lol, but what do you expect from a tanking team. One kid made a half court shot during a timeout mini game, probably the biggest reaction of the night.

Nah man, that's just Celtics Nation. They deep around the country.
 
who's open for NBA TAN playoff bracket competition?
winner will get a pair of basketball shoes. (i'll donate the shoes)
of course if i win, i keep the shoes to myself.
 
He meant orlando lol. Boston in second place they not tanking

I know exactly what he's talking about. He was trying to say there were so many Celtics fans in Orlando, because the Magic were tanking. AKA they don't draw many of their own fans.

What I'm saying is that it's simply due to Celtics Nation being deep around the country. Celtics have tons of fans on the road.
 
bored to death, couldn't make it the outdoor basketball gym. To tired, will try tomorrow afternoon.

ps, its never a good a idea to pop popcorn in a oven/stove stop. #bacholerlife.
 
I’ve never seen it. Spoil it for me if you will.
From what I remember, Lois basically forces Malcolm to want to focus on becoming the president of the United States. He had a job with a rich salary lined up and she made him not take it because she wanted him to take the hardest road to eventually being president even though Malcolm didn't want to be it
 
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Hopefully you get some new threads cuz according to that pic, you been shopping at the goodwills.
 
From what I remember, Lois basically forces Malcolm to want to focus on becoming the president of the United States. He had a job with a rich salary lined up and she made him not take it because she wanted him to take the hardest road to eventually being president even though Malcolm didn't want to be it
They also gave up on the second oldest son and I think Dewey was supposed to be a doctor or something. Lois had all that **** planned out from their births
 
Sad thing is Frankie Muniz doesn't remember the show at all because he had a couple mini strokes. They removed the show from Netflix last year, probably would've binged it
 
From what I remember, Lois basically forces Malcolm to want to focus on becoming the president of the United States. He had a job with a rich salary lined up and she made him not take it because she wanted him to take the hardest road to eventually being president even though Malcolm didn't want to be it
They also gave up on the second oldest son and I think Dewey was supposed to be a doctor or something. Lois had all that **** planned out from their births

So basically she was a ***** and ruined her 3/5 sons lives.. Got it. Thats the last episode that they planned to go with? Was a fan of the show since I was a youngin but yeah I'm good on watching that.
 
I'm slow as ****. Last night went to a get together with my co-workers that happened to be next door to my flat, so drinks are flowing, I'm buzzed, but not throwed. So one of my co-workers who is big on fitness, and she is kind of hot, and chill as **** appraoches me from behind and places her hands inside my shirt and she's all like "Art, are you getting love handles?" She's rubbing and grabbing my rib cage and ****, and I'm like "no Susan Ross, I work out almost as much as you do", she still has her hands underneath my shirt and she moves her hands up to my chest and caressing my pecs talking about "yeah, you're getting round around the edges, you need to work out, tonight, with me". She starts rubbing my biceps and squeezing them and the whole time my dumb*** is thinking she's out of her mind, I'm stacked. Then she puts her hands back under my shirt running her nails over my pecs and nips. Then my homeboy is like, she just wants a reason to feel you up, she wants to smash, I'm all like she doesn't want to smash if she's calling me fat and ****, especially I'm in the gym when she's in the gym, Susan knows what I'm working with, and then he said "stupid, that's why she wants to smash", I still didn't believe him, so to avoid an awkward work space, especially being in the military, and she technically is my boss, I just went home. Plus I'm married, happily at that, this isn't the hill I want to "die on". The whole time I'm back at my flat looking at myself shirtless in the mirror like "you can't get love handles on your chest".
 
I'm slow as ****. Last night went to a get together with my co-workers that happened to be next door to my flat, so drinks are flowing, I'm buzzed, but not throwed. So one of my co-workers who is big on fitness, and she is kind of hot, and chill as **** appraoches me from behind and places her hands inside my shirt and she's all like "Art, are you getting love handles?" She's rubbing and grabbing my rib cage and ****, and I'm like "no Susan Ross, I work out almost as much as you do", she still has her hands underneath my shirt and she moves her hands up to my chest and caressing my pecs talking about "yeah, you're getting round around the edges, you need to work out, tonight, with me". She starts rubbing my biceps and squeezing them and the whole time my dumb*** is thinking she's out of her mind, I'm stacked. Then she puts her hands back under my shirt running her nails over my pecs and nips. Then my homeboy is like, she just wants a reason to feel you up, she wants to smash, I'm all like she doesn't want to smash if she's calling me fat and ****, especially I'm in the gym when she's in the gym, Susan knows what I'm working with, and then he said "stupid, that's why she wants to smash", I still didn't believe him, so to avoid an awkward work space, especially being in the military, and she technically is my boss, I just went home. Plus I'm married, happily at that, this isn't the hill I want to "die on". The whole time I'm back at my flat looking at myself shirtless in the mirror like "you can't get love handles on your chest".
You Big Dummy
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