I wanted to do that when they tore down the old Boston Gardens. I’m a Pistons fan, but I still think It’d have been awesomely cool if my kitchen had the Celtics logo on it from halfcourt.
Skip the intestines on the wall. If you’re dieting, avoid the red. Look into a blue, perhaps a darker brown to go along with the other, more neutral brown in the living room.
Yeah, thing I’m not much of a basketball fan. I might just take some that don’t have the logo. Although it would be kind of cool in the kitchen. Hell, it beats the ugly tile I have now. You know the kind, too good to replace now, but ugly enough that I don’t like it.
You’re still here? I thought you died last week.
Coincidentally…well, not really…I think I saw your picture on someone’s Dopefest page. The two images didn’t jive.
It’s and old newspaper trick. If you take enough pictures of someone you are bound to catch them picking their nose. And then you can run that when you’re pissed at them.
This is correct. This is why the papparazi have little trapeezes set outside your bedroom window to catch you at your most intimate moments.
They know that you dance to the Indigo Girls when you just get out of the shower. They know you pick your nose and wipe your finger on the back of the chair, then wait until they get crusty, then you flick them off.
They know you do the helicopter routine when most people put on rally caps.
The more you put yourself into those situations and put incriminating evidence in your trash for the paparazzi to pick out.
Depends, what are you going to do with it? If your cause is noble and true, I would give it to you. If you’re going to unleash a new strain of canine-SARS upon the doggie world, then I’d have to say no.
Lucky for you, I cannot fund such adventures. We here in the Realm of Higher Beings have no need for money. It is a social construct and intrinsically holds no value.
In other words, you’re better off mopping floors of peep shows trying to earn yourself some scratch. Besides, if I gave you this…money…you wouldn’t appreciate it. Oh, you SAY you would. But I know you wouldn’t.