“Listen, I’m not trying to pressure her, all right? It’s just that, after two months, y’know, I figured this is the city line. would having a little bit more fun than she does.”
Well, I’m sorry to disappoint you, Buster Brown. This site isn’t that kind of girl.
And now, without further ado, as we do at the start of each new chapter in this blog’s life: Please rise for your municipal anthem.
Again and as always, thanks for taking the time to stop by. By all means, feel free to stick around a while and do as the natives do. Talk yourself out of draft picks. Read 1,500 words kinda/sorta about how Larry Hughes can force you to define your fandom. Sign our “Gastebüch” and marvel at our listings of BASKETBALL LEGENDEN.
Crank up the “Bonnie & Shyne,” allowing the soothing tones of Barrington Levy to bring back memories of the time when you thought you could totally dance to reggae-esque songs because all they really required you to do was get as close as you could to a girl (without sweating all over her, Angus), interlocking legs and moving side to side. Pin thumbtacks of where you’ve traveled in the world on the Map According to Devine.