Trooper "belts on his pony" York. I grew up a Celts fan and went to college w/ mostly Knick and 76er fans. The Celtics had exponentially "belts on their pony" that both of those franchises combined.
I was listening to the rahdio and I heard a final score with the Nets. Something like 142 to 125. No deefense no more. That boring white man stuff went out with Dave Debuschere.
I have spend several days this week sawing and turning bowls out of the hackberry log that was delivered last Monday.
It has been very tiring work, and this evening, just for S&G's I decided to weigh a rough block before I sawed out a round block for turning.
It weighed 110 pounds when I lifted it up to the band saw. I weighed myself, too, and fully clothed I weigh 195. Hmm, I am lifting more than half my body weight up and sawing it.
For comparison, that is equivalent to one of Troop's moobs.
I green turned it and weighed the rough bowl after it came off the lathe - 18 pounds, soaking wet.
So I have 92 pounds of chips and chunks to burn and use as mulch on my landscaping.
That's the 8th bowl I have gotten out of that log, and might mean that I have produced over 700 pounds of chips.
That's a lot of freakin' chips!
As you were - resume discussing a sport that no normal person cares about.
I realize it's hopeless...but actually it gets some of the poison out of my system to talk at the creature. Of course nothing registers. My problem is that as opposed to you I've been steeping in end of the roadism instead of being productive like you. And then on top of that to hear the creature braying...oh well. You know, as a side issue I've never understood the emotional reaction of anyone on these sites to what any other disembodied voice says. To be specific: when Althouse exploded or ranted or imploded or, as TT said, may have had her hissyfit deliberately in order to score points with her fellow professors...when that happened I thought big deal, so what. And I could never understand and still can't understand why so many were genuinely upset with her "betrayal." I don't know, there's a lot I don't get and never will...
It can be frustrating when somebody says something that pushes your buttons. I am one of the worst offenders in attacking people. I have been told I don my mantle of self-righteousness and make every body choose sides and fight. But you see I think there are sides. You have to know what side you are on. It is unlikely you can change anybody's mind. But it is ok to try.
Being able to take a joke goes a long way with me. Just sayn'
That was Clyde Drexler. Frazier's first name is Walt, and Clyde was his nickname. He was a thief on the court, stealing being his specialty. He got the moniker when the flick Bonny and Clyde was in theatres.
I hate Sarah Jessica Parker, Robin Williams, Tim Robbins, Susan Saradon, the BJ Hunnicut guy, brussel sprouts, the Boston Red Sox, commies and well, lawyers.
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Trooper "belts on his pony" York. I grew up a Celts fan and went to college w/ mostly Knick and 76er fans. The Celtics had exponentially "belts on their pony" that both of those franchises combined.
NBA ring count: Boston 17, NY 2.
Years since last NY title: 41.
Fuckin' NY losers.
Brooklyn Nets, bay-bee!!
I was listening to the rahdio and I heard a final score with the Nets. Something like 142 to 125. No deefense no more. That boring white man stuff went out with Dave Debuschere.
I have all the respect and admiration for the Boston Celtics that the rest of you knuckleheads have for the New York Yankees.
I have spend several days this week sawing and turning bowls out of the hackberry log that was delivered last Monday.
It has been very tiring work, and this evening, just for S&G's I decided to weigh a rough block before I sawed out a round block for turning.
It weighed 110 pounds when I lifted it up to the band saw. I weighed myself, too, and fully clothed I weigh 195. Hmm, I am lifting more than half my body weight up and sawing it.
For comparison, that is equivalent to one of Troop's moobs.
I green turned it and weighed the rough bowl after it came off the lathe - 18 pounds, soaking wet.
So I have 92 pounds of chips and chunks to burn and use as mulch on my landscaping.
That's the 8th bowl I have gotten out of that log, and might mean that I have produced over 700 pounds of chips.
That's a lot of freakin' chips!
As you were - resume discussing a sport that no normal person cares about.
Replace "spend" with "spent", but you knew that.
New that.
Damn, it's been a long week.
Ignore the split infinitive, too.
Some days it does not pay to comment.
I hate it when chips and chunks come out. Just hate it. But sometimes a man gets a hankerin' for cassoulet.
Gnomesayn?
Have you invited ST over here yet?
Sounds like R&NoB is about to break out his tattoo rig and go all pogrom on you over at TOOP, ricpic.
What a fucktard.
I did invite Shouting but he did not follow up.
Ritmo is actually pretty mellow tonight. He was just busting balls lightly.
I realize it's hopeless...but actually it gets some of the poison out of my system to talk at the creature. Of course nothing registers. My problem is that as opposed to you I've been steeping in end of the roadism instead of being productive like you. And then on top of that to hear the creature braying...oh well. You know, as a side issue I've never understood the emotional reaction of anyone on these sites to what any other disembodied voice says. To be specific: when Althouse exploded or ranted or imploded or, as TT said, may have had her hissyfit deliberately in order to score points with her fellow professors...when that happened I thought big deal, so what. And I could never understand and still can't understand why so many were genuinely upset with her "betrayal." I don't know, there's a lot I don't get and never will...
It can be frustrating when somebody says something that pushes your buttons. I am one of the worst offenders in attacking people. I have been told I don my mantle of self-righteousness and make every body choose sides and fight. But you see I think there are sides. You have to know what side you are on. It is unlikely you can change anybody's mind. But it is ok to try.
Being able to take a joke goes a long way with me. Just sayn'
DJ, my favorite Celtic. Bird stole the pass, but DJ made the basket. And the Detroit Thugs went down to defeat. 1987.
Bill Lambeer cried. Rodman got angry and Bird was only called great because he was White.
Sweetest win ever.
DJ was the one Celtic I had a lot of respect for. That bitch could play defense. Under pressure he could hit a big shot. Great underrated player.
The Boston Celtic organization is the greatest franchise in the history of the NBA.
I hear the mayor was the tallest Munchkin, too!
DJ was the poor man's Clyde Frazier.
Clyde the Glide? I met him, talked to him. He was among the shorter of the BluntBlazers. Nice guy, tho'.
That was Clyde Drexler. Frazier's first name is Walt, and Clyde was his nickname. He was a thief on the court, stealing being his specialty. He got the moniker when the flick Bonny and Clyde was in theatres.
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