A little bit of this and a little bit of that. Phish / Seahawks / Politics. NYC by way of the Best Coast.
Formerly @buhhhhlieevmeee on the bird site.
Prince Caspian
This, by the way, is the guy who showed up hammered to the weigh-in and literally threw up on himself on camera.
I'm sorry, but I'm dying laughing about this. One of the arresting federal agents is wearing a Wu Tang hat, but rather than being Killer Bee Yellow, traditional within the Shaolin temple's 36th chamber, it is instead Knicks Orange.
Live your life such that all the homies are celebrating the Knicks, Canes, and World Cup rather than peptide-filled buckets of meat screaming about Michelle Obama on the White House lawn. Easy stuff.
I'm sorry but this is America. If you're going to have a sanctioned water break, the clock should stop. That's how sports work here. Stoppage in play? No more ticky tocky. You can save the endless march of time with made-up, extra ticks of uncertain duration at the end for matches on European soil.
That the latter is for the birthday party of the guy whose hands are rotting and gangrenous makes the contrast even more beautiful.
I'll take a Fluff for the 7/22 MSG opener, but in light of the Knicks win, what we really deserve is to see the 1,362 show gap finally fall for Take The A Train. It hasn't been played since the Ewing/Starks/Oakley '94 finals team.
Better? Yes, yes there is, Mary Katherine Ham. To start, how about we just firing off nouns that are something other than that pinstripe suit. I'll go first. Pencils. Cabbage. Asteroids. Comfy socks. Our ability to transmit information wirelessly via electromagnetic radiation. Things of that nature.
He looks like your second cousin's plus one about to make a racist toast at your wedding.
