Business…here’s a look at whether teams out of the playoffs in the NBA should tank or not to get high draft picks.
So riddle me this. I’ve gone to Houston three times since 2005. Each of those times, I’ve gone in March or September. So why is it that this is the second March trip that has gotten me flu-ish? It makes no friggin’ sense, man. What have I done to the universe? I treat my mama well. I work hard. I’m a good boyfriend. I even pay my bills on time. Hell, I work out and eat right. What have I done, ha? Ha?
Oh, and congratulations to Mr. and Mrs. Jason Draper. It’s always good to see two wonderful people get together and be wonderful to each other. Occasionally, something happens to make you feel good about the world.
Then you get something flu-ish.
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“Hell, I work out and eat right.”
That’s exactly where you went wrong. Al Bundy laid out a whole theory about that sort of thing, right after Jim Jupiter died in his living room.
You ain’t go no business going to Texas. That’s your problem 🙂
I was out of town this past weekend and came back all allergy-ish. I guess I should stay locked up in my apartment.
Al Bundy’s Theory of Life:
Al: Let’s all follow the example of our friend the cockroach. They were here before Man, they’ll be here after Man. You know why? They eat crap. And I say, anything that’s good enough for the cockroach, is good enough for my family!
Well, I feel sorry for you and your trip to B-More.
You can’t help but getting some type of flu in this city.