For a moment, just for a moment, I was tempted to reclaim this for Dew and the Harbingers, just to mess with you. But no, if there was ever a theme just for BG, I think this would be it. With enough thinking in the right direction, these lyrics could be applied to the whole site. Most of them at least. Don't know what to do about that crimson arrow thing. All that comes to mind is an extended reference to a basic cero which is crimson in color.
That was the most impressive feat of the Wizards since Gilbert Arenas' near-shot at his teammate, I think.
I'm more wondering what the phone conversation was, but I have my suspicions...
"I'm gonna make this basket after I do a backflip still holding the phone."
"What?!"
"And if I do, I get to do butt stuff."
"Pff yeah sure..."
And then he makes it
He gets back on the phone
And he points her out in the crowd and says
"No lube."
And then walks off
>butt stuff
>no lube
Yeah, maybe if he'd managed a backflip while lifting a blue whale, reciting Beowulf from memory, winning at Battletoads, and seamlessly holding at least four different phone conversations with grace and poise, the first with his angry ex, the second with his nagging mother, third a passionate love declaration to his date complete with romantic verses and quoting Shakespeare, while using the fourth call to order his date a large pizza with all her favorite toppings, then landed on the moon and dunked on a crater. And even then only maybe.
Post by Garra Desalmados on Oct 10, 2013 22:02:30 GMT -5
R-Richard-kun doesn't love me anyways.. </3
Aww, but you know thats not true.
...
I'll love you 1-2% if you use that gif, I said that already
I love everyone, a little bit, unless you're a cunt.
A man has to have boundaries...
But everyone else is like at a default of like 5% of my total capacity for 'love', which I assume is that weird sort of fire that builds up in my stomach and seems to crank a steam engine in my face that pulls my cheek taut, regardless of whether or not I want to smile and whether or not certain people's company has made my face quite sore at that point. This is distinguished from the burning sensation that doesn't pull on my face muscles and tickles much less, instead feeling like I have an intense need to rid myself of it by destroying any unattended object in reach until the feeling subsides. Also that one makes my eyebrows and eyelids move, I can only look out one eye when I'm properly pissed because the other one is trying to close itself like a drawbridge so that I can perceive far less of whatever stupidity is enraging me.
So I mean, thats like...6-7% which is substantially higher than Dane Cook or my mother who are consistently hovering somewhere in the negative 20-30% range. Additionally that puts you LEAGUES above all avian species on the planet which are locked at negative 100% as a sort of benchmark. So I love you a little more than twice as much as I hate birds (i think, math was never my strong suit...) comparatively speaking.
Thats still like AT LEAST 400% less love than I have for kittens though. I mean, lets keep it into perspective here...
I would sell you as a sex slave to pirates who steal only to provide enough money to cure their strange and numerous pirate STDs if I got a box of kittens in return.