Nothing matters in the outside world, nor has relevance, in the big $$ world, nor could I influence it. But a fuckin' butterfly flaps his wings where? And it does what? Where? I'm just gonna say this...u believe in voodoo? Neither do I. Wait. I do. That James Bond movie. The Uncola nut dude. You see tonight's game? I can't lie, I handed it to CLE earlier in the day at my falafel stand. I let, WAIT, I let an aggressive baby handle the Nate McMillan bobble head that graces my stand. He kept pointing at it, mommy said no, I said cool. He stretched Nate's head and then dropped his ceramic ass. Nate's left hand index finger broke and he had a nice gray patch on the right side of his dome. Of course it was no big deal then. But now it is!
Oh...I must sleep now. LaBron...er...uh, u da man. Mike Brown ain't no coach. He just whines all game for LB J. I think Portland will learn from this. But the lesson was taught. Contain the king? Not in the end. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
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