Kansas Crimson

was mj the goat 4 games into his pro career.

back then he probably was.

that you are discussing the end of a wnba game is all the proof the world needs.

the dude is a cartoon character. playing you nincompoops like a fiddle.

she just got done grinding the 23-24 ncaa season. went straight into the draft grind/limelight. then/than straight into training camp. she has not had one second to breath. those other b!tc#e$ are just jealous. when they should be kissing her @$$ for putting them on the radar. for selling out their ...

somebody has to give a phucque about what is going on in the middle east. because it sure as $#!t ain't me.

i don't doubt that many of you get your world views from influencers on ticktoc. it adds up for sure.

like old uncle was *andering when he selected comma’la?

is this what you mean.

in your pea brain. is a vote for a third party a vote for dt or a vote for old uncle.

that Caldwell-pope girl that runs the press briefings won’t field any question that don’t start with “I love uncle joe, can you explain how you love him.”

old uncles handlers won't let him talk to the media. old uncles handlers filter his questions so as to only allow favorables. if they don't like the question, you don't get to ask.

old uncle hasn't been in the fire for 4+ years. he has been mollycoddled.

minus peter doocy. the mainstream media has been fluffing old uncle for 4+ years. they couldn't be easier on him if they tried.

fast food workers getting twenty bucks an hour! i would strike too.

they have been educating us for the last 7.5 years. what else is there to know.

i don't know what the polls are saying. i don't care what the polls are saying.

i assume if you are bloviating about them. they are not in favor. there is time to turn it around.

if there was/is a way for the mainstream media to spin it old uncles way, they would/will.

funk - don't care
rap - don't care
country - don't care
grunge - bad
jazz - bad
hair bands - bad
disco - mostly bad

i favor qdoba.

the 90’s is the most forgettable decade for music.

67 to about 87(or so) is the sweet spot.

my life never changes. the next 4.5 years ho hum. humdrum.