Friday, October 23, 2009

Crusade

Join. Join NBA fantasy.
Fantasies are the shilly-shally.
See:

The policeman was thinking of Poisson's ratio while playing poker. He had five of a kind and was pretty sure he was the winner. Simple, pure, solid hand. But man was this ratio hard to get your head round, Forget it he said and went on playing. In the other side of the town by the giant rolodex store an old hand to the general with his old maid was wearing a Fez looking ike he has somewhere to be. The town's people thought he was and Old Persian or Old Norse, or Iranian m or Old Irish, or Old Ionic or Old Saxon. No one knew the old guard's identity. He walked by a women and gave her an inferring look. Are you horny or hung up? Well, she replied, what do you drive? hybrid by any chance? No no nothing like that. There's my Hun-powered jeep over there. No one gets better milage than those crazy Hun vandals. Here take this cucumber as a gift let's go won't you and make me feel like a man. Ok, but can my friend Jesus come too. End.

Wow. was that fun or what?! Now, imagine that excitement but every night. Orgasmic I'd say. Makes me want to howl.

Case No. 2 to Join

We are getting so old. Illogically old. 22 years we were born and we don't really know how much time we have to enjoy our company. And is there a better way to connect with others than fantasy sports in the Internet?

Tangy.

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