Well you know something, Mean Gene... Gone are the days when Clyde Drexler, Buck Williams, and Terry Porter played and the Blazers were a team with class. The crackhead circus they have now is shameful.
That is the most incoherent document I've ever read, and I'm an English student.
It is long and vigorous, like the penis of a jackass."-- Sidney Smith, describing a scholarly piece in the Edinburgh Review
Tiny: Wayne! How you doin'? Wayne: Hey Tiny, who's playing today? Tiny: Jolly Green Giants and the Shitty Beatles. Wayne: Shitty Beatles? Are they any good? Tiny: Man, they suck! Wayne: Then it's not just a clever name --- from Wayne's World
Kirk, crackers are a family food. Happy families. Maybe single people eat crackers...we don't know. Frankly, we don't want to know. It's a market we can do without.-- Kirk Van Houten's former boss at the cracker factory
There is no one more annoying than Bill Walton, particularly if you're a fan of a small-market team. Particularly if you're a fan of my Indiana Pacers, because Walton seems to take perverse pleasure in verbally bitch-slapping them at every opportunity.