Dame asks for trade (And there it is) (1 Viewer)

[riverman]

Here's a solution..Dame to Philly, Harden to the Clippers, Paul George to the Blazers ....let teams get back to building rosters instead of being held hostage by the drama

 

[HailBlazers]

If he wants to educate people then he should speak up and not send out cryptic tweets.

Unfortunately his lawyer (Goodwin) advises against it.

 

[Ha Seung-Boumtje-Boumjte]

I know stuff as well.
These guys baggage always gets out…especially if you’re around the same age as them.
CJ was no choir boy either

McCollum's antics reached unparalleled levels of absurdity, leaving his teammates questioning the limits of human decorum.

Firstly, lotion theft became McCollum's modus operandi, as he surreptitiously swiped bottles of moisturizers from unsuspecting teammates. Their skin remained dry, while McCollum reveled in the sweet scent of success. But his pranks didn't stop there. With a mischievous gleam in his eye, he transformed farting into a competitive sport, targeting teammates with relentless flatulence, much to their chagrin.

Wiping his posterior with towels instead of toilet paper became an inexplicable preference, and McCollum casually tossed the soiled linens aside, expecting the equipment staff to magically eradicate the evidence. And oh, the haunting melody of "I Would Walk 500 Miles" bellowing from his vocal cords at a deafening volume. The song, once beloved, became a cacophony of annoyance as McCollum's daily anthem echoed through the hallowed halls.

As the locker room became a surreal theater of the absurd, CJ McCollum stood as its ringleader. A unique brand of eccentricity, indeed, forever etched into the lore of poor locker room etiquette. For his teammates, it was a trial of patience and a testament to the human capacity for endurance.

 

[blazedanugz]

McCollum's antics reached unparalleled levels of absurdity, leaving his teammates questioning the limits of human decorum.

Firstly, lotion theft became McCollum's modus operandi, as he surreptitiously swiped bottles of moisturizers from unsuspecting teammates. Their skin remained dry, while McCollum reveled in the sweet scent of success. But his pranks didn't stop there. With a mischievous gleam in his eye, he transformed farting into a competitive sport, targeting teammates with relentless flatulence, much to their chagrin.

Wiping his posterior with towels instead of toilet paper became an inexplicable preference, and McCollum casually tossed the soiled linens aside, expecting the equipment staff to magically eradicate the evidence. And oh, the haunting melody of "I Would Walk 500 Miles" bellowing from his vocal cords at a deafening volume. The song, once beloved, became a cacophony of annoyance as McCollum's daily anthem echoed through the hallowed halls.

As the locker room became a surreal theater of the absurd, CJ McCollum stood as its ringleader. A unique brand of eccentricity, indeed, forever etched into the lore of poor locker room etiquette. For his teammates, it was a trial of patience and a testament to the human capacity for endurance.

you really took the time to type that out?

 

[OSUBlazerfan]

Probably AI

 

[bulls_with_booz]

McCollum's antics reached unparalleled levels of absurdity, leaving his teammates questioning the limits of human decorum.

Firstly, lotion theft became McCollum's modus operandi, as he surreptitiously swiped bottles of moisturizers from unsuspecting teammates. Their skin remained dry, while McCollum reveled in the sweet scent of success. But his pranks didn't stop there. With a mischievous gleam in his eye, he transformed farting into a competitive sport, targeting teammates with relentless flatulence, much to their chagrin.

Wiping his posterior with towels instead of toilet paper became an inexplicable preference, and McCollum casually tossed the soiled linens aside, expecting the equipment staff to magically eradicate the evidence. And oh, the haunting melody of "I Would Walk 500 Miles" bellowing from his vocal cords at a deafening volume. The song, once beloved, became a cacophony of annoyance as McCollum's daily anthem echoed through the hallowed halls.

As the locker room became a surreal theater of the absurd, CJ McCollum stood as its ringleader. A unique brand of eccentricity, indeed, forever etched into the lore of poor locker room etiquette. For his teammates, it was a trial of patience and a testament to the human capacity for endurance.

isn't this the plot of bicentennial man

 

[PCmor7]

And this dude is still doing vague ass teenage girl tweets.

We're about due for the "I don't care what anyone thinks. I'm unbothered" tweet.

 

[riverman]

Probably AI

or jlprk's burner account

 

[riverman]

We're about due for the "I don't care what anyone thinks. I'm unbothered" tweet.

It'll be a rap video

 

[riverman]

Well, well, well, you mischievous little turd! I couldn't help but notice your astounded query about the effort I put into pounding those keys. Oh, fear not, my curious compadre, for I shall address your bewilderment while showering you with a cascade of whimsical insults, all in the name of celebrating the exhilarating joys of creative writing.

Did my fingers on the keyboard tickle your imagination, leaving you in a state of utter disbelief? It seems you've stumbled upon a curious spectacle indeed. But fret not, my friend, for I shall unravel the wonders that await those who dare to dive into the boundless realm of expressive prose.

Ah, you cheeky turd of wonderment, do you not grasp the sheer magnificence of wielding words like a cunning linguist? It's an intoxicating concoction of linguistic mastery, where every sentence becomes a brushstroke on the canvas of human connection.

But hey, I won't let your playful turdishness dampen my spirits! Nay, I implore you to embrace the exhilarating madness that comes with the art of spinning words. Unleash your inner scribbler, and watch as the world dances to the tune of your mischievous wit.

In conclusion, you marvelous piece of shit, I implore you to revel in the pleasures of creative writing. Let your words frolic and gambol through the playground of imagination. Embrace the madness, my friend, for within it lies the very essence of inspiration and laughter.

This forum needed a Charles Bukowski...

 

[RonBrewer]

We're about due for the "I don't care what anyone thinks. I'm unbothered" tweet.

Or the "Oh, fans are upset and dogging me? I haven't been paying attention"

 

[Chris Craig]

Well, well, well, you mischievous little turd! I couldn't help but notice your astounded query about the effort I put into pounding those keys. Oh, fear not, my curious compadre, for I shall address your bewilderment while showering you with a cascade of whimsical insults, all in the name of celebrating the exhilarating joys of creative writing.

Did my fingers on the keyboard tickle your imagination, leaving you in a state of utter disbelief? It seems you've stumbled upon a curious spectacle indeed. But fret not, my friend, for I shall unravel the wonders that await those who dare to dive into the boundless realm of expressive prose.

Ah, you cheeky turd of wonderment, do you not grasp the sheer magnificence of wielding words like a cunning linguist? It's an intoxicating concoction of linguistic mastery, where every sentence becomes a brushstroke on the canvas of human connection.

But hey, I won't let your playful turdishness dampen my spirits! Nay, I implore you to embrace the exhilarating madness that comes with the art of spinning words. Unleash your inner scribbler, and watch as the world dances to the tune of your mischievous wit.

In conclusion, you marvelous piece of shit, I implore you to revel in the pleasures of creative writing. Let your words frolic and gambol through the playground of imagination. Embrace the madness, my friend, for within it lies the very essence of inspiration and laughter.

Cunning linguist? That's what my wife calls me when I.....ooohhhh

 

[PCmor7]

Or the "Oh, fans are upset and dogging me? I haven't been paying attention"

That'll come about a half-hour after the "People tell ya they luv ya and just switch up on ya for no reason" tweet.

 

[riverman]

Cunning linguist? That's what my wife calls me when I.....ooohhhh

never mention you have a wife here Chris...at least spare her that !

 

[bulls_with_booz]

never mention you have a wife here Chris...at least spare her that !

 

[Ha Seung-Boumtje-Boumjte]

This forum needed a Charles Bukowski...

Standing at the urinal within the iconic Coles, the French Dip sandwich shop nestled in downtown Los Angeles near the edges of Skid Row, a profound sensation envelops the senses. A symphony of emotions intertwines as one considers the significance of this hallowed ground. The steady flow of urine becomes a metaphorical river, connecting past and present, literature and life. It's more than a bodily function; it's a rite of passage, a testament to the human condition.

In this space, once occupied by the legendary Charles Bukowski, the air crackles with a reverence that transcends time and place. The echoes of his unapologetic prose and his unyielding spirit seem to linger, whispering tales of gritty reality and unfiltered truth. The act of pissing becomes an act of communion, a silent conversation with a literary icon.

As the liquid hits the porcelain, one can almost envision Bukowski's raw, unadulterated presence, sitting at the nearby bar, nursing a drink and basking in the vibrancy of the city he called home. The walls of Coles become an invisible tapestry, interwoven with the threads of Bukowski's legacy and the struggles of those who inhabit the surrounding streets.

 

[PCmor7]

never mention you have a wife here Chris...at least spare her that !

Chris' wife is here?

 

[Strenuus]

If he wants to educate people then he should speak up and not send out cryptic tweets.

Instead hes doing the worst thing possible: Sending cryptic tweets that dont answer anything, dont refute anything, and in general just leads to more confusion. And confusion at this juncture is just more anger.

 

[Everything Beagle]

Or the "Oh, fans are upset and dogging me? I haven't been paying attention"

“Lead dog don’t look back, just hear the rest barking behind him”

 

[SlyPokerDog]

Well, well, well, you mischievous little turd! I couldn't help but notice your astounded query about the effort I put into pounding those keys. Oh, fear not, my curious compadre, for I shall address your bewilderment while showering you with a cascade of whimsical insults, all in the name of celebrating the exhilarating joys of creative writing.

Did my fingers on the keyboard tickle your imagination, leaving you in a state of utter disbelief? It seems you've stumbled upon a curious spectacle indeed. But fret not, my friend, for I shall unravel the wonders that await those who dare to dive into the boundless realm of expressive prose.

Ah, you cheeky turd of wonderment, do you not grasp the sheer magnificence of wielding words like a cunning linguist? It's an intoxicating concoction of linguistic mastery, where every sentence becomes a brushstroke on the canvas of human connection.

But hey, I won't let your playful turdishness dampen my spirits! Nay, I implore you to embrace the exhilarating madness that comes with the art of spinning words. Unleash your inner scribbler, and watch as the world dances to the tune of your mischievous wit.

In conclusion, you marvelous piece of shit, I implore you to revel in the pleasures of creative writing. Let your words frolic and gambol through the playground of imagination. Embrace the madness, my friend, for within it lies the very essence of inspiration and laughter.

The personal insults need to stop.

Please.

 

[RonBrewer]

That'll come about a half-hour after the "People tell ya they luv ya and just switch up on ya for no reason" tweet.

I absolutely anticipate the Portland Diss Trac to go Platinum based solely on the Miami fanbase buying it up

 

[beast blazer]

Joe crushed the draft..if you think that's jack shit well...our talent pool took a big leap around Dame with this draft..hell of an upgrade from Blevins. Since the demand, the best free agents are off the market now..that's screwed us as well Scoot >Tim Frazier Scoot > Shabazz Napier..Scoot > Keon Johnson.

Scoot > Eric Mayor Scoot > John Crotty Scoot > Sebastian Telfair Scoot > Randolph Childress

 

[PCmor7]

I absolutely anticipate the Portland Diss Trac to go Platinum based solely on the Miami fanbase buying it up

Or just Haynes and Fentress buying it over and over again.

 

[LayneStaley]

I wonder how Toyota sales have been this week?

 

[beast blazer]

If Scoot Henderson, a basketball player, played a 1-on-1 game against a dog, it would likely be an amusing and unconventional situation. However, it's important to note that dogs are not typically capable of playing basketball in the same way humans do.

Assuming the dog is simply interacting with Scoot and the basketball in a playful manner, it would likely involve the dog chasing after the ball, attempting to grab it or playfully swatting at it. Dogs are known for their agility, speed, and enthusiasm, so it could be entertaining to watch their energetic interactions.

While Scoot Henderson is a skilled basketball player, the game would be inherently imbalanced due to the vast difference in physical capabilities and understanding of the sport. Scoot would be able to control the ball, dribble, shoot, and score baskets, while the dog's participation would be more limited and based on its natural instincts.

Overall, it would be a lighthearted and fun event, but it would not resemble a traditional basketball game.

 

[bulls_with_booz]

scoot vs marmaduke at wembley stadium for AEW...make the call Tony

 

[RonBrewer]

Or just Haynes and Fentress buying it over and over again.

and that Miami Beat writer. Jackson?

 

[RippedCity]

McCollum's antics reached unparalleled levels of absurdity, leaving his teammates questioning the limits of human decorum.

Firstly, lotion theft became McCollum's modus operandi, as he surreptitiously swiped bottles of moisturizers from unsuspecting teammates. Their skin remained dry, while McCollum reveled in the sweet scent of success. But his pranks didn't stop there. With a mischievous gleam in his eye, he transformed farting into a competitive sport, targeting teammates with relentless flatulence, much to their chagrin.

Wiping his posterior with towels instead of toilet paper became an inexplicable preference, and McCollum casually tossed the soiled linens aside, expecting the equipment staff to magically eradicate the evidence. And oh, the haunting melody of "I Would Walk 500 Miles" bellowing from his vocal cords at a deafening volume. The song, once beloved, became a cacophony of annoyance as McCollum's daily anthem echoed through the hallowed halls.

As the locker room became a surreal theater of the absurd, CJ McCollum stood as its ringleader. A unique brand of eccentricity, indeed, forever etched into the lore of poor locker room etiquette. For his teammates, it was a trial of patience and a testament to the human capacity for endurance.

Are your posts unpublished articles from Jason Quick's Behind the Locker Room series? I remember him writing about a former player's flatulence.

 

[PCmor7]

and that Miami Beat writer. Jackson?

Attention span of a fly. He'll be writing about the Dolphins again and forget the Heat exist.

 

[bulls_with_booz]

only ripcitytwo would make me google jason quick's fart diary