The Post Up: Hot Shot, JR

Tad – James Sceviour … I am the only one lol.
@NBK… I love Christmas… I won’t be home this year for it. So I am sitting in my military housing by myself but, fack it!!

I’m the only A hole without a facebook still.. But I sold my soul and got a twitter. Although I still stand by using it to update driving from point a to b or taking a sh*t is stupid at best. I only tweet to other people so it makes it ok. (That’s what I keep telling myself.)

This is kinda last minute but I got some gifts for y’all…
For niQ – a gift certificate to Wal Mart…if you don’t like it I included a gift receipt which can be TRADED FOR SHAQ!
For James the Balla – a shortless blowup doll of 24
For TADOne – an Iverson “it could have been worse” Grizzlies jersey
For Holly – Mistletoe
For BETCATS – 1 redeemable rebound to be used for Chandler’s inadequacy
For Z – Mike Brown’s offensive playbook (2 pages…give or take 3 pages)
For Jukai – a punching bag with Steve Kerr’s name on it
For Eboy – White chocolate with a VIP pass to an after-hours Heat dancers party
For Russ – Byron Scott
For Ryan Jones – 23 different types of brownies, each with detailed $tats
For Bostonballer – Arthritis cream, apply to all players affected
For Magic fans – a list of complaints to whine about for every day situations

Thanks Anton.

Co-sign Bryan. Holly is in my home province. I want some East Coast pepperoni!!!

I wish Durant could play better in games where he struggles to score. Seems like if he’s struggling, which happens to every scorer, he has issues doing much else. Also, I wish that when he understood better how to use his scoring ability to create shots for his teammates. And I wish Jeff Green liked rebounding, and that Russell Westbrook was a little more patient and even-keeled. And what happened to Thabo’s athleticism? But, I like that Thunder’s core, particularly now that they have Maynor. That was a good move.

Happy holidays to all and if you have an xbox 360 and nba 2k10 hit me up with your gamertag. I will destroy during christmas day. play wit it.

I hate facebook so much but if that’s where the world is I guess I’m gonna jump ship also.

Lol Anton. Let’s see the Cavs try to make headlines by trading Shaq for Shaq. haha

Twitter is where it’s at, bryan. it will take over the world in 2010. play wit it.

@james: true, 80$, but unfortunatly i don’t have shaq like feet….
@hisham: i’m feeling your dislike for your local (soccer)channel, but there are other ways to get all games you want besides LP

great comments so far, merry x-mas to all real hoop junkies out there

Ghostface

Cee-Lo… sometimes.

Been a fan of Cee-Lo since the Dungeon Family … Trans DF Express … Grab yo ticket. I am the one and only sun of a machine gun!! lol

James
What you know about that Trans DF Express! That right there is the joint, slept on though. I’ve been a fan of Lo since he was outshining all the cats in Goodie Mob.

I like 3oh3. Especially since they name drop AI….

To the hippity hip-hop, oh man I don’t want to go pop / I got so much soul, rhythm and blues / R&B, see all that’s cool, but / Hip hop and Rap yeah that’s where my heart’s at / Even back when I used to break on a box.

Merry Christmas.

Clyde-Yes
Teddy-Auto tune is retarted. but I love the song Heartless, I won’t lie.

All I want for Christmas is a Lakers loss.

Yeah he made 10 three pointers right? Can he get the 6th man nod please? He’s a very hot shooter for his size.

But I’m mad he got that ugly fade haircut, why must people bring fades back? Lol.

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through LA
No creature was stirring, not even Tina Fey
The visiting team were hung like a horse with care,
In hopes that the cheerleaders would soon would be there.

The players were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of facials danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled like Cavs’ defense on a 2nd quarter nap.

When out on the court there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and put away my stash.

J.Moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of alley-oops to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
My boy Bron was practicing free throws here.

With a little old driver, so lively to chat,
I knew in a moment it must be the Shaq
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

“Now Shaqtus! now, Redz! now, Mo and JJ!
On, Andy! On, Z! on, on Ap and Gibson!
To the top of the key! on the top of the rest!
Now scrimmage away harder than D.West!

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the hardwood the tracks they flew,
With the sleigh full of balls, and Shaq decided to come to.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of LeBron’s new Air Max Zooms
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the court came Diesel and slammed the ball to the ground.

He was dressed all in swag, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with LA’s finest loot
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he wore an Arenas jersey, just opening his pack.

His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin grew slower than Eric Snow.

The look on his face was like he just got with a hoe,
And the sweat on his head was if he had a clutch free throw.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!

He was chubby and plump, and came with a carriage
And I laughed when I saw him, funnier than Lamar Odom’s marriage!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me a flagrant which I came to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And eyeing me almost as if he was flirting
And giving a nod, he ripped the Kobe jersey

He sprang to his post, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out so late
“Dear Mr. Kobe – how my ass taste?!”

JR is a beast u kno how jersey dooo lol

Anton 4 MVC

thats right fools, im bringing hangman back