Ever noticed how tweekers and crack heads TALK to each others in a certain…way??? It’s like some “Fine!” “Well, fine!”
“Fuck you, too!”
That “tone” that I can’t quite put finger on. Like:
“I hate you!”
“I hate you, too!”
I haven’t had coffee yet, but I swear, I am telling the truth. I just saw it. Again. It’s something I see quite a bit. My theory is that they are cranky because they are having a bad day because they are n tweeking. It’s like if I haven’t had coffee and I want coffee but can’t get coffee fast enough. It makes me short and pissy. I think that’s it.
OR when you’ve had a long, shitty day and you need a drink. But you can’t drink alcohol at work without getting fired. So, you suffer. Maybe snap at a few people, LOL!!! And they are like: “What’s your problem?” and you’re like: “I’m sorry. I’m stressin’. This whole day SUCKS. I need a DRINK!” LoL
This is my deep philosophical thought of the day, folks.
Johnny Manziel has a problem.
The Golden State Warriors? No problem.
The 76’ers??? MAJOR PROBLEMS.
If there’s a problem, yo, I’ll solve it
Check out the beat as my DJ revolves it
Happy Wednesday, Errbody!!!
The combined record of the teams Rob Ryan has been the defensive coordinator for is 68-118.
Think about that.
WOW. I guess if you’re one of Buddy’s boys, you don’t even have to be the least bit competent in order to stay employed. SO sad.
Oh where hast the years go, thy Peyton.
He went to bed a stud QB and woke up an old dude. Welcome to the club, Señor Manning. You’ve had a most awesome career, despite your struggles in the playoffs. But now, I fear that it is time that we say goodbye.
Walk off into the sunset with your head held high! You’ve accomplished much in your 1,000 years in the NFL, but as that old, worn out, tired as hell cliché says: All Good Things Must Come To An End.
Oh, and Peyton. Do us all a HUGE solid, would you??? On your way out the door??? Take that Kobe Bryant dude with you. Please??? Thanks!!! You rock, Peyton!
…when shit just is NOT going my way.
But, you know what? I heard a (surprisingly) wise Greyhound bus driver in Buffalo sag one time: “Everyday I’m above ground is a victory.” OR a good day…or something else to that effect.
That’s my mantra for today.
Porzingis’ bandwagon is filling up and I still haven’t gotten the jersey or tee yet. Give me a little time, though.
At least the Southern California weather is cooperating with me, though! I’m diggin’ it!
Well, I just got on a Metrolink train, headed to Riverside, so I’m going to take this opportunity to sneak in a little nappy nap.
Just wanted to say “Hello!”
Have a wonderful rest of your Wednesday, peepz!
Choke artists. I guess you can say that my Atlanta Falcons are a very artistic football team. I guess.
New Mexico seems to be very lenient on criminals. Just the opposite of their next door neighbors to the west. Jut an observation. Speaking of observations, man. Ben Carson. Donald Trump. Jeb Bush. The things that go on inside of the GOP Clown Car never, ever ceases to amaze me. Shock and amaze. Amazing.
I’m at The Albuquerque International Sunport and Black Mesa Coffee Co. is quickly becoming one of my national favorites. Amazing.
That’s it. Not a whole lot to say this morning, I guess. Good Morning! Much love and… I guess, I will… See you in Killa Cali!
Late again. Second day in a row.
Two out of four flights. Late.
Way to go!!!
I’m soooooooo fuckin’ tired of paying good money for bad service.
Some cat on twitter just said that Melo is holding Porzingis back. I’m not surprised or amused. I TOLD the internets that the Knicks shouldn’t trade half their fucking roster to Nuggets for his ball-hoggin’ ass but did anyone on the front office listen to me!?!?!
And now, we are the laughing stock of the NBA. Us and the Lakers (in the west.) Unsucking the Knicks at this point would be such a monumental task. You would have a better shot at making the Detroit Lions winners or fixing DC Metro.
The Knicks showed mild interest in Jeremy Lin this off season but opted to go in a different direction. What the fuck does that mean??? It takes a sharp basketball mind to run the triangle and who would be smarter than an Asian kid who graduated from Harvard with handles like… Van Exel, LOL!!! What the fuuuuuuuuuuuuck… Learning under a “coach” (Derrick Fisher) who won 2,000,000 fucking championships under Phil Jackson running the triangle fuckin’ offense.
Point Guard Hell.
Population: The Poo York Knicks.