Yeah, I got it from the first one. I've used it for dunking. Well, heard it used. In NYC much more than Boston or La though.
Don't feel bad. I'm 6'6 and I can't dunk anymore. Hell, I could barely dunk when I played. Teams need "effort" guys, too, I guess. Shit, I just realized thats not what you were saying. Oh well, I stand by it. Sometimes its good being a light weight again... Sometimes it not so good. EDIT: Oooo, I've finally been able to upload my favorite song:
El husband was in some enlisted vs officer basketball game and was all happy when he came home. I think he "yammed" on some officer who was talking some serious shit on him. I dunno. Never heard it before and it doesn't really make sense to my little pea brain.
Want to know how exciting my life is? Today, I completed what I call the 'Knives Chau' penny set, all the 1943 pennies (P, D, S) in uncirculated condition. By the way, not expensive at all (like 5 bucks). Yeah, that's how I roll.
Nah, the dunking I'm fine at. It's more the usage of slang that makes me feel vaguely weird. I'm super good at recognizing it though. If your fiance yammed it on somebody he dunked on him viciously. I've been dunked on, it's a confusing feeling. Especially because whenever it's happened I've been pretty high up there and certain that I was going to get a block, and then you realize you haven't touched the ball and there's pretty much nothing you can do about it.
THis thread is bossing me aronud. There is a whole list of things I CAN and CANNOT do in the bottom righthand corner taht I never noticed before. Hello TiB.
The worst is when it comes unexpectedly, and you find yourself with your face in the guy's bellybutton, and the crown starts freaking out. I was guarding him on the opposite post, and I was concentrating on something else. I moved out of position, and thought the point was taking a shot. I didn't realize it was an ally until I was fucked. That's my only real recollection of being "yammed" on. And it was something. I didn't like it.
You know, I really wish Percy was still young enough to learn new words and phrases. I think it would be absolutely hilarious to teach him to yell "DON'T EAT ME!" every time my sister or brother in law enters the room. Or any of their Asian guests for that matter. As if they aren't going to get tired of me quick enough as it is, I'm looking for ways to speed up the inevitable. It's already bad enough that he occasionally yells "HELP! DAD!" when they enter the room and he doesn't know where I'm at.
All of this heat has me really pissy. My northern body isn't meant for temps over 75 degrees F (I have no idea what that equates to for you Canadian Celcius commies). On a good note, ONLY 124 DAYS UNTIL ICE FISHING, MOTHERFUCKERS! <a class="postlink" href="http://www.timeanddate.com/countdown/to?msg=Ice+fishing+2012&month=11&day=23&year=2012&hour=00&min=&sec=00&p0=159" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://www.timeanddate.com/countdown/to ... =00&p0=159</a> It will be a comforting day when I can finally put my truck in 4, cruise onto the lake, and pull the fish house out to the drinking spot with this song blaring out the window for everyone in a 2 mile radius to enjoy. All will finally be right with the world.
This is what I love about Chicago. An antisocial, keep to my self person like myself is forced to be sociable and outgoing. For example, I go to this local divey kinda place and I wind up chatting to a dude who is unemployed, but moving to rural New York with his doctor wife. And then I strike up a conversation with another dude who is a huge Traveling Wilburys/Tom Petty/Jeff Lynne fan. And speaking of good Jeff Lynne tunes, have some music from The Move.
That's like using a croissant for a dildo. It doesn't do the job, and it makes a fucking mess. Who's going to UFC 149? Oh, nobody? I guess that is why I got my $500 ticket for half price. Thanks, jerk ass!
OMFG... Amy from Veep is Anna Chlumsky, AKA as Vada from "My Girl." My mind is blown. I had an ungodly crush on her back in the early 90's. My whole world is spinning out of control.
It could be worse, I want a Baconator. Where is the hell is Dave Thomas, that fat, dead, asshole when you really need him?!
I had my heart set on consuming some Maker's Mark this evening, but plans have changed last minute and it looks like Jim Beam white is my only option. Life's tough
I gotta say, Switzerland must have the hottest women of all the countries I've visited so far. Shit. I've also barely spoken a word of English since Monday. I'm even starting to think in French. Secondary point: you know why you Americans hate the French so much? You have way more in common with each other than you care to admit. Tertiary point: French people don't deal well with the cold. Which nakes it very fun to play the "what? Is it cold? I didn't notice and I'm wearing a t-shirt" game with them. While hiking across a glacier. Also, fun drinking game I invented. It's called "take a shot for every extra lap an American tourist takes through the roundabout".