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Why not just make special editions of the $1 bill with all the Presidents on them? Collect 'em all!

I think he's tlaking about how the sleeves of say, a Bulls jersey, are different than the Mavericks or Pistons which are more like t-shirts with the sleeves cut off. Or not? I don't know what a Swingman jersey is, but I feel it might be a worthy addition to the "Tip Drill" TSM Basketball Dictionary. I'd get Jordan or Stockton's white home uniform.

we already have posters who go to the mods with concerns that posters have. I know, I'm one of them. I just want a fancy title. I helped build two of the folders we have today.

I need to bust out "CZECHMATE~!" upon totally beating someone in an argument.

When Darko Milicic comes in, you know it's over, baby. He should give himself a catchphrase like "When it's Time For Darko, it's outta the park-o"

What's next, a master thesis on how you were not owned? Oh and btw, YOU GOT SERVED!

I've never seen anybody defend themselves against being "pwned~!" quite like Mr. Moment here. I mean, geez, you're like Kobe gettin' fouled, G, just take the facts and move on.

I thought Nash was from Canada...

Orale, have you ever considered competing for the nomination of the Democratic Party? It's got you written allllllllll over it, bud

This is truly sad to hear. What a great musician for the world to lose.

Yeah they're calling for tornadoes around here so I don't think they'll be playing much more tonight

Damn you, WLS ABC7 Weather Center, with your special reports. I don't care if there's a tornado coming to get me, now the Lakers scored and I missed it

This is a beautiful game.

If there's a mayor, it should be more like the representative of a players' union, and the Head of the TSMPA (The Smart Marks Posters Association) is sent in to nail down collective bargaining deals with Board Administration.

I've been trying to get "Reupholster THIS!" over as this year's catchphrase for years

Why don't they just promote the Cotton Bowl?

But I love the Beastie Boys This got no-sold. HA HA HA. Happy now? Ecstatic!

But I love the Beastie Boys This got no-sold.

He must've been holding them for somebody else

So I brought back 1890s Raw.

The World-Wide Wrestling and Fisticuffsmanship Federation. A Thurs-day Evening Grappling Exhibition In The Most Spiteful Of Fashions. A Re-View Of The Big Event. The big event is be-gun with a song and dance number! All the super-star fisticuffsmen form a line as the upbeat polka tune gets the crowd dancing: It is my life, it is my future I hope the doc’s advanced to suture I want all of it now! The mates and beverages If I choose right, I will get leverage Come on! A most un-predictable event is on our hands this evening! Our pro-gram emanates from Skip’s Cat-Fish Bar and Grille in Boston. Our presenters are Hubert P. Coleman III and Petey “The Sanguine Sicilian” Sagriccio. I hope you’re feeling American! Henry Brandon Clayfield trots to the ring to preach his “American System” for the WWWFF, which con-tains de-porting popular fisticuffsmen back to their native barbaric lands. HBC found himself in a bit of trouble on a recent visit to the state of Brandenburg, where he shouted “Heil Bismarck!” much to the chagrin of the proud Teutonic folk who were reluctant to be uni-fied under the power-ful Prussian chancellor. Clayfield’s column in the Wall Street Journal was dis-continued, but Clayfield remained confident, stating “his business secrets shall pro-pel him to financial in-dependence for the next forty years!” He being the shrewd analyst he is, I am loathe to dis-agree. Of course, yours truly was the first to break this hot scoop…nobody trusts that Herschel Schmeltzer for obvious reasons. HBC spouts his patriotic rubbish, but when Scholarly Thomas enters the room, HBC states that he “knows nothing.” (A clever plot in-deed.) But Scholarly Thomas is not im-pressed! He even goes as far as to call HBC a PATSY! Clayfield takes offense, and tries to brand Scholarly Thomas with his brand-ing iron, but “Scholar T” kindly reminds the former slaveholder that such a tactic is not legal anymore. Flustered, HBC takes his brief-case and de-parts as Scholarly Thomas does a dance as re-quested. Our next match-up is a highly touted affair! “Dutch Boy” Klaus Van Daam comes to the ring a-waitin’ his next adversary. Per-haps he is about to get more than he bargained for! Why it’s Phineas and Barnaby, the Bashingham Brothers, two iron-pumping galoots who are each sporting a handle-bar mustache. They ride their stylish ”uni-cycles” to the ring and proceed to toss around Van Daam like a sack-o-potatoes! All looks to be lost. But wait! Indeed, it is Joel Sinsina, the Italian immigrant who dreams of being a black enter-tainer! His minstrel show with black-face is guaranteed to send a spectator home happy. He sings a song, does a dance, and distracts both Bashinghams, only to drop a safe on top of them from the rafters! He opens the safe to find them in-side. (I don’t know how.) Klaus asks, “how did you sneak in?” And Joel says “I was in the shadow, HE COULDN’T SEE ME!” Then they all have a good laugh before Henry Brandon Clayfield finds out there’s a Mediterranean man impersonating a coloured man, and the last time that happened, that charming young chap from the fine city of London walked with a strange gait for weeks. We then see a synagogue on the Lower East Side. Inside is Mordecai Metzenbaum, an Orthodox rabbi respected by his peers. He is a loved and learned man, not the cretin of mental in-fortitude that some pro-fessed him to be be-fore meeting him. Rabbi Metzenbaum swears that he will beat “Handsome” Cain Calloway and “Calloused” Cal Calloway senseless. Re-ports on attacking respected jazzman Cab Calloway are thus far un-substantiated. Both foppish dandies will be well thrashed by the “Smashin’ Semite,” from this moment, until Friday at sundown. The boss-man of the event, Greco-Roman wrestler Curtis Calhoun is wheeled down to the ring to watch the show. A most respected man, he wrestled for America in the Olympic Games and al-most swam the English Channel before his legs were in-explicably de-voured by man-eating sharks. To-night, the biggest event will be WWWFF champion El Gringo against the new student of radical spokes-man T.D.L. DuBois, who does not agree with the passive in-tegration of the colored man into fisticuffsmanship that is favored by Scholarly Thomas. Personally, this re-porter is frightened by DuBois. I suspect he is a Godless socialist. Any-how, the new chap is noted New Yorker Mark Ripluger, and when he is not grappling in the arena of fisticuffmanship, he par-takes in Dr. Naismith's new game of basket-ball, where he is said to be one of the more violent at his college. Ripluger likes to look at him-self in a mirror before he be-gins to spar! A true narcissist. I don't think I could deal with more than one of these foppish dandies! After three fascinating hours of chin-locks, arm-bars, and sleeper-holds, El Gringo unsurprisingly gets assistance from his "family," as his kind are expected to do. (Sorry fans, but methinks Mr. Clayfield is over this humble columnist's shoulder, and I value my bodily functions!) The championship remains "south of the border," and there is only one way to re-claim it: annex it back. The program ends with the fisticuffsmen joining "The Sensational Sinsina" in a minstreal show. I en-joyed this evening, and pleasantly await an other! Excelsior! Vaclav Schmertzek “The Bohemian Political Entity” On behalf of The Educated Enjoyers Of Fisticuffsmanship

Man, I was on such a hot streak in November...two near-classics and one full-blown classic on the same day. I've gotten too complacent. I need to up my game.

WHERE IS THAT THREAD? I've been trying to find it for months! EDIT: Oh. You just told me. You just told me right there. Fuck it it's 12.30 and I'm tired

Couldn't agree more... do you think he wanted a state funeral? I think it's awesome that he's getting one, but for some reason I am thinking he would've wanted something a little simpler and quieter Nope, he wanted a state funeral. Presidents, on the day they leave office, are asked to make funeral arrangements. Everybody but Clinton has done so. This is for his family to remember him --- not for Reagan. Reagan would have wanted whatever would make this a little easier for his beloved family. -=Mike I just have this feeling that Bill Clinton leaves our planet while taking a shit, or having sex (not with Hillary). He'll suffer the same fate as Elvis or Attila The Hun. Maybe he'll find a novel, and kinky, way to do both.

But did he tear it while walking?