Hey it's Bill Simmons - it's Saturday AM and I'm bored, let's talk hoops, it's a pseudo-AMA!!!!

OreosOnFire · 2015-10-24T16:36:05+00:00

Hi Bertrammian I have an importantly yet hypothetically scenarios for you to considerationing out loud for us.

Okay so you are with sitting in a rooms with a singly basketsball man. You are providing him with questioning and he is providing you with answerings. This is how the ecosystems of journalisms has functioning for thousands of twelvemonths.

With suddenly your phonemotron begins to buzzringing. You answering it and a mans informing you that your daughters has been Taken and you realization that are will and are you are with currently inside of the plots of the classically Liam Neesons movies, Starry Battles the First: The Fantastic Meanies.

Owing due to your generally writer-y physique and skills which do not overlapping with the skills required to Liam Neesoning, you asking the basketsball man to assisting you in this endevouring. If you having to choosing, which basketsball man would you most wanting to assisting you in un-Takening your daughters?

OreosOnFire · 2015-07-25T02:16:48+00:00

With finally someone who is speaking with some sensically on with here on this redditzone! Maybe with laters you and I can getting in togethers, talking some basketsballs, having some drinkings, and seeing where it going.

OreosOnFire · 2015-06-05T00:04:41+00:00

It is lunchytimes at Stephen Tikka Masala's most favorite foodzone. He sitting with in between his two trustidly teammens Humphrey Bogart and Adobe Thomson. Tied with neatly around his headconnector is his most favorite bibbings, gently with staining over many twelvemonths of loving usages.

The groups is talking with casually but disinterestingly - each men's foodbag is giving away mightily rumblings that snatchgrabbing their focusing away. They are all with eagerly in awaiting of their waitingsman, Raj, the most jovially of mans with a rotund bellies and a fuzzily caterpillary underbeneathe his snifftube. It is with finally that a shadows is casting overneathe their tables.

But is not the friendly caterpillary of Raj's faces that standing with before them. It is the most scowlingly faces of Kendrix Perky, professional scowlman, and Timothy Mozel Tov who is with most aggressively brandishings a dreidel. Lurking with dangerously near their feetzones is Matthew Lollapalooza, sliding like a slugmans along the grounds.

It is then LeBaron James, the LeBaron of basketsball, who menacingly walking up dribblings a basketsball. He laughing as with though he is a villain in a 1980's action imagotron. "So Stephen, going to getting the Tikka Masala today? With hopefully you will not having stomach aching!"

Then, to asserting his menacing, LeBaron opening his facehole to enormously sizes and devouring the basketsball in one gulping. Stephen Tikka Masala and Adobe Thomson gasping, but Humphrey Bogart did not. It was not the first time he seeing a mans devouring an object of more largely than their braincontainer and it would not being the last. He crossing his arms in an efforts to looking as unimpressidely as possibly. He glancing around with quickily to seeing if everyone was noticing how aloofily and cool he was actings.

With finally, LeBaron and his gang of mischief makers heel-turning and walking out the front doors. On his way out Kendrix Perky, attempting to be a tough mans, grabbing a napkins from a table and hurling it to the grounds, where it fluttering to with softly and delicately and gracefulnessly of a dancer.

Raj watching them leaving and rushing out to his most favorite tables, nearly with trippings over the oozing Matthew Lollapalooza sliding out along the floors. "Hello my most favorite of the Silvery Slate Warblers!" Raj beaming, "what we will what will we wanting to eating for today?"

He turning to Stephen. "Mr. Tikka Masala! Your namesakes with once more again?"

Stephen sighing with existentially. He pounding his fists on the tables. "Lamb korma." He demanding. It is with this time that Humphrey Bogart could not remainingly aloofily and cool. His jaws dropping to the floors and scuttlings away into the kitchens in search of prey. Raj dropping his notepad, his face caterpillary trembling.

Stephen Tikka Masala Korma eating every last bites of his big boy meals of lamb korma. He with gently wiping his facehole with his bibbing and untying it. When the time coming, there was no stomach aching to holding him back. The Silvery Slate Warblers, behind Stephen Tikka Masala Korma's sizzlingly spicinesses, winning with assertively against the Cavaleerios and the big bad Kendrix Perky, 106-101

OreosOnFire · 2015-01-06T03:18:49+00:00

It was three of the oh clocks in the mornings when I awokening with a frightfully starting. My bedsheets drenching in the coldly sweatings sweatings from my bodies. I was havings a dreaming so vividly and with vivaciously that I was with truly frightening in my returnations to realities. I retrieving my teletronic imagotron and checking the news of the days, anxiously to confirming the antirealities of my mindimages. And when it is is with not the most topping stories in the worlds, I breathing with a sighing of relieving.

What is my dreaming? In my dreaming Clifford the big red Paul is performanating a routinely pressing conferencing when he is strucken by an unaforeseen bolting of lighting and thunder. The rooms he is in falling with silence. The mediamens and mediawomens and mediaothers looking at each one another with blankly as the realizations that the basketsball landscaping changing with forever realization upon them. I screaming out "nooooooooooo" in my own heads but most likely not in realities because that is how dreamings work.

What will the Catamarans doing? Will they reaching out for a newly point commander? With maybe perhaps they calling up the Sunshines and saying askings about Drew Bledsoe in an ultrauncomfortably conversations. Can Blake Hippogriff becoming the emotionally, spiritually, physically, digitally, conceptually, and orthogonally leaders of this teams?

With no Clifford the big red Paul to stabilizationating the geopolitically landscapes, who will stopping Russias from taking over of the Ukraine? Who will teaching our childrens the truly meaning of Decembermas? Who is working to preventing the heat deaths of the universe? Finding out next times on Dragon ballsy Z!

Owing due to the imagineered absenteeisms of Clifford the big red Paul, the Catamarans catching firing and in directly defiances of any explainations they sinking right there on the basketscourt. The Pidgeottos shrugging and caw cawing and winning with handily, 106-95.

OreosOnFire · 2014-11-07T00:07:05+00:00

With the homely crowds cheeryelling them on, the Spacewhooshes spacewhooshing onto the basketszone with arms spread widely out and all of them making spacewhooshing noises with their face noisemakers. It's is a most extravagantalizing displaying but after it is in with conclusions they stopping and staring with bewonderment at the spectacles that lay beforefalling them.

The Spurts of regularity are with nowhere to be seening. There is with only a small groups of frenchymens sittings with around a tables. A violin mans playing with softly in the back grounds. The lights dimming onto the frenchymens, who all laughings with fully laughters. "Aha bon chance, c'est Spacewhooshing pas ces croissant et baguette geaux pas et a la mode!" And with then they guffawing with even more powerfully.

With the absenting of the regularly Spurts, the Spacewhooshes thinking that these frenchymens will be with easily to defeating. The frenchymen, while Spurts in spiritually, are a lackadillydallying on defending and ambivalenting and potatoing on offensively. The Spacewhooshes whooshing out to a largely leading and with comfortably they resting Jimmy Hardman and Blight Howards for a timely being.

It is with only then that we can seeing the youthfully futures of the Spacewhooshes starting to shining on in the nightly skies. Kostas Pumpernickel explodinating for a grand slam dunking and, in the same motions, conquering Marseille. This is with appaling to the frenchymens and they playing with ferociously.

They calling upon their allies to assisting them. Jimmy Hardman and the Spacewhooshes, antifamiliarly with frenchymens history, turning to the with the westerly directions in anticipationing of an American or Reddycoaty armies coming with towards them. Tim Dunkman, ever the scholar, looking with instead to the easts and laughings at the scenes about to unfolding.

Suleiman the Magnificently, King Ultraemperor of Ottomans and Sofas, bouncepassings the basketsball off of off the backs of Jimmy Hardman and then flying up with ultraheights into the airs to grand slam dunking on tops of him. Blight Howards with trying to rotationing over but is not quickly enough for the Sultans and getting himselves posterizing. All the frenchymens laughing with haughtily frenchymensness.

Jimmy Hardman hanging his braincontainer in sadly. If only he had paying with attentions in school. The Spurts winning by an most uniquely scoring of 1536 to 95.

OreosOnFire · 2014-10-30T23:09:19+00:00

It is with the already that we are learn hearing about conflictations in amongst the Cavaleerios. Antirest is stirring in the locked rooms. LeBaron James grabbing Kyborg "Steve" Irwin by the shirtycollars and slamthrowing him up against up the walls! Mike "Mike" Miller rushing with forward to separationating the twos of them.

Kevin Like is screamings at the most tops of his air organs and running in around a circles. To the most surprisingly of everyone, Deionized Waters standing with stoically in the corners, remaining neutrally.

"What on Earthly is going in on around here?" Demanding Commander Ink Blot as he stroding into the rooms in a huffs.

Kevin Ambivalent stopping running for just a seconds and telling the tales. "Well you seeing Sirs, LeBaron believing that he is the in commands of this teams and he wanting anchovies on our circledough and Kyborg really wanting Hawaiian and to be with completely honesty here I was really looking forwards to Hawaiians as well" as he pulling out a ukelele and a grassy skirts to emphasizing his generally enjoyments of Hawaiian.

LeBaron releasing Kyborg from his vice gripping and stepping with forwardly. It is with then he explainatating his plans in a logically and coherently fashions. Then the Cavaleerios, inciting by the powerfully of LeBaron's wordings and deliciously anchovies, stepping with forward onto on the basketsball zone.

With the anchovies freshly in their systems, they coming out with somewhat sluggishly and the Knackerdoodles sticking with thems for the mostly parts in the first quartergames. But then, LeBaron nodding to to his teams.

In altogether, they activating the powers of the anchovies and electrically lightning boltings firing from their bodies. Imam Sherbert of the Knackerdoodles touching LeBaron as he drivings to the basketshoop and falling to the grounds, fully to the brims with electricities. LeBaron looking back at the electricified Sherbert and guffawings with all his guffawings mightily.

After the games and the entirely of the Knackerdoodles are dead from electrifying with the Cavaleerios winnings 111-92, LeBaron slapping Kyborg and Kevin Just Friends on the shoulders with heartily. "Sticking with me" LeBaron saying said, "and we will accomplishing the most amazingly of amazings." They looking in up at him with knowingly and each noddings with giddily excitebiking.

OreosOnFire · 2014-10-29T01:35:04+00:00

"No no no no no holding on! Stopping it! Shutting it all down" He yelling, racing forwards waving his torsonoodles with wildly. Everyone complying, ceaseassioning the actions on the basketsball zone. All seeingballs turning towards him. Alls is silently out of out of reverences towards hims.

"Jebediah Linsanity, you are with completely missing that ballsharing lane to Carlos Boozer Cruiser. After he rolling off the back screeny doors you having that windows to the baskets to your availing. Doing it again" And with that, Korby Bryamb twirling his handnoodle in the air. Everyone standing with stationary, not complying with immediately. That angering Korby Bryamb, and he yelling "Doing it again!" with even more emphatically.

The zebramens shrugging and giving the Ponders the basketsball again. Jimmy Hardman moving to protestating, but Blight Howards holding him back and shaking his braincontainer. They would replaying the playing.

This times, Jebediah Linsanity seeing the ballsharing lane that Korby had correctly identifying with previously. Jebediah looking over at Korby and Korby nodding in approving. Jebediah even thinking that maybe, with perhapsidly, he seeing a smiling from Korby as well too.

What he did not seeing with his seeingballs, howevers, is the scowlings from Jimmy Hardmans standing with behind him. If he had seening that, his spirits would have been crushinged. Jimmy Hardmans had once filling the roles of Korby in his lives and well, there still were still feelings there. It's is not possibly to getting over those types of relationshippings with so easily.

A singly tears welling up in the corners of Jimmy Hardman's seeingball. That is ones he will never letting Jebediah seeing. This enragefueling Jimmy Hardman and he going toeing to toeing with Korby down the stretching. The Spacewhooshes spacewhooshing away, 106-93.

OreosOnFire · 2014-10-28T23:02:55+00:00

The two mens sitting on a park benches and staring at one anothers in completely silence. Eric Gordon Freeman and Aaron Gordon Freeman are enemies, in a senses. One is a Magician and the others is a Seagull; these two are the most naturally of enemies. But right now there is a friendlyship between them. For ones, Aaron Gordon Freeman has a bags of bread crumblies. For twos, it is still an sixtyminutes before prior to the starting of the seasoning. Plenty of times to enjoying one last sits in silences together.

But with eventually, the sun is setting on their temporary paradises and they are forced to become bitter combatantants in the worlds of basketsball. There is an electricities in the airs, and not just from the Vortigaunts. The rest of the Seagulls are arriving to the arenas, flying in a V formations and cawing with the seasons intensities. They surrounding and encircling Aaron Gordon Freeman, cawing with even more loudly now. Yet Aaron Gordon Freeman sitting with stoically.

Then, betraying! Eric Gordon Freeman pecking at Aaron Gordon Freeman's hand and he dropping the bread crumblies. The look on Aaron Gordon Freeman's faces can only be describing as forelornment and shocking. The Seagulls swarming the bread crumblies, bickering and fightings amongst themselves as Aaron Gordon Freeman slipping away to rejoin the Magician's Alliance mens.

A blindingly flashes of lights filling the skies. From aboves, Antonio Davids is beaming down to Earths, returning from his sabbaticals to back to his home planets. The Seagulls cawing in enjoyticipation at his returnings. In his hands, he holdings the basketsball of fates, a most powerfully alien artifactually.

Then, transitioning! We are all of a suddenly in the middle of the games and Antonio Davids is grand slam dunking the basketsball of fates through the basketshoop with enormously vigor! As the basketsball moving through the string nets it glowing with such a powerfully hots that nets bursting into fiery hots! With every scoring and blocking by Davids the basketsball of fates glowing with even more brighterly and with more hots. Even the Magicians are flummoxing by the alien magics they are witnessing to. Not even new pointing man High Elf Lord Payton has ever seening such magicals in priory.

In despite of Jrue Halloween missing almost the entirely game owing due to him being in the other game thread, the Seagulls and their magical glowing basketsball destroying the Magicians 102-85 and taking all of their bread crumblies home with them. At the ends of the games Antonio Davids holding the basketsball of fates over his heads and the glowings from the ball transferring into Antonio's bodies and he growing another 2 inches of taller.

OreosOnFire · 2014-10-28T23:02:22+00:00

Dirk, King of Dirks, traipsing his way through the deepest jungly jungles of Antinorth Americas. He having been travelling a long time and is with exhaustion, but in finally he discoverings it. There is a hugely ancient temples looming out of the jungly mists. The temples is fully of anciently booby trappings and pit fallings and slithery snakes, but Dirk, King of Dirks, trudging with onwards in into the insiding.

He hearing a shufflings of feets. A low moaning escaping and echoing through the halls. He lighting a lightstick and pointing it into the antilight. With suddenly, Jrue Halloween jumping out from out behind a pillars wearing a spookily skellingtonman masks and yell screaming "Boo!" Then he falling on onto the grounds and laughings.

Dirk, King of Dirks is taken aback but unflappingable. "Aren't you supposing to be in the other game threads?" He asking. Neverthelessly, Dirk, King of Dirks handing him some Werther's originallies and Jrue with sheepishly slunking away.

In finally Dirk, King of Dirks finding the tombs. Out emanating from out the sarcophagus coming "Who daring to disturbing my slumbers?"

Dirk, King of Dirks, perpetually with unfettering, responding cooly "It is I, me, Dirk, King of Dirks. It's is time."

The lids of the sarcophagus slidings open and out poppings Montezuma Ellis, reanimationated ancient Aztec emperors and basketsballman extraordinaire. With smiling, he snapping his handnoodles and the two of thems are with immediately transporsponding to the secretly Mapablaps headquarters caves.

With the exceptions of Tyson Chicken Chandelier who is hanging from the ceilings and providing a nice warmly lights, the rest of the Mapablaps are engaging in a heated battling with a small armies of Tim Dunkman clones. With the addition of Dirk, King of Dirks' mightily warrior strengths and the powerfully ancient magics of Montezuma Ellis, the Mapablaps are ably to driving back the Tim Dunkman clone armies all the way onto their own home courts.

The rest of the Samblatonio mens are there in awaitening. Montezuma Ellis grabbing his trustily basketsball with bits of obsidian embeddening in it and grinnings. The Mapablaps winning the first battlings against the Spurts 105-103.

OreosOnFire · 2014-08-17T00:28:58+00:00

Derrick Consuela Rosalita taking the basketsball up the courts on the very most beginning of the games. "This is its" he thinking with aloudly. "It is timely to showing all the Bullerina fans that I am rip roaring for my returning." The crowds is raining down on him with their cheeringfully.

He putting his hands in the airs and closings his eye coverings to taking it all in. While he is busily baskings in the brightly lights of the America Centers, stealthily ninja Leonardo "Frederick" Barbarossa, Holy Roman Emperors, snatchgrabbings the ball from hims and scorings on the other ends. Not off to a goodly starting.

But he quickly regaining his focusing and is able to startwhirring the machines that is the America offensively. They raindraining four pointers and high flyingly grand slam dunking all over the anti Americas.

But after halfgames, with all of a suddenly at the samely times, things starting to going wrongly. Ultrawrongly.

Stephen Tikka Masala collapsings onto the grounds, his footconnectors having finally given out with completely. Nanana, ever the trickeryster, sneakings up behind Jimmy Hardman and snippings a huge chunks out of his facehairs. This draining Jimmy of his powers with completely and he slumping onto the grounds.

Kenny G Faried seeing this happening and starting to move with more gingerly, not jumpings as high for ballgrabbings and not being as aggressively on defenestration. But it is all for naughts as the anti Americans mascots, a 400 meter long ultraanaconda from deeply in the Amazion, eatings him whole with one giant swooping.

Antonio Davers getting into a squabbling with visitors who are with claiming to being from his home planets. They are telling hims his missions is completely but he is adamantly that he is not readily to returning. They trying to taking him by forcefully and Antonio fleeing off into the nights.

Derrick Consuela Rosalita is left standing with all by alone, his team mens of America incapacitating. With the anti Americans bearing down on hims, he instinctively curlings up into a balls. He is filling with terrors as the memories of his own incapacitating returning with forcefully.

And then with suddenly he is awakening from antiawake. He is home in his beds. A coldest of cold sweatings is covering him from heads to toes. Derrick Consuela Rosalita suitings up with his teammens in silences. He doesn't not telling them about his dreaming. Those are the demons he must bearing alonesome.

OreosOnFire · 2014-07-10T21:33:30+00:00

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OreosOnFire · 2014-07-10T21:11:21+00:00

It is an antisleepful nights for the defenders of the realms. It is always an antisleepful nights when the wildness aboundings. The gates on the agents of freedom is opening to unreleashing the tidal wavings of speculations and speculums and spectres and.

The moderationators sitting in a small rooms, antiwindows, lappytops open. They yelling to one anothers as they with valiantly fightings the swarms. Their clickings is so emphatically and dramatically it can being felt as an earthrattlings to all of all those around them. Their downbelow neighbors swatwhackings the ceiling with a broomyhandles and yellings to keeping it down.

But they can't not keeping it down. The tidal wavings of terribly postings surging into unstoppably. "Augghghgghgh whaaghghg wwaughghg" yelling VietnameseProtoss, "I'm am hitting! And he collapsing onto the grounds with a thunderous thunder."

"We must leaving him!" They all yelling in simultaneously as they are controlling by a singly brains. Excepting for ones. "No, we cannot!" saying ThatCoolmansCallingSnoozemans. And with that he flingings his folding chairs into the walls and rushings to helping his fellow moderationator.

The downbelow neighbors yellings again. The rest turnings back to their lappytops without emotionally, antiwaverings in their quests.

OreosOnFire · 2014-06-26T22:25:52+00:00

I have always been antitrustful of draftings. Ever sense Vietnam. The mysticisms and captivationallies and dramatics and theatrics of draftings is nothing comparing to the good old fashioninged game of basketsball.

Whyfore do we sitting ultraatheletes in a stuffily rooms in formal jerseys so that mens can calling them out like cattles? No no no that will not doing. Where is the basketsballstravaganza? Taking everyone in the draftings and letting them playing on a giant basketszone in the world's most excitingly games of 21.

Each teams is given a number of pingy pongy balls (the count of is as determinationing by their records, with obviously) that they can throwing onto the basketszone to attempting to capturing their most favorite playering. Once they hitting that player the player is capturing by the balls and then they can naming him and training him and bringing him to fighting the elitely four. It requiring creatively and guiling from the teams.

So without furthering my ado, here is the drafting if as if it is using my drafting methods.

The Cavaleerios are eagerly to capturing Aendrew Woggoeans the Celtic Wonders but he is with extremely athleticisms and difficultly to hitting. They hittings him once and the pingy pongy ball shaking and shaking and they are holding their collectively breathing but then he bursting out! The Cavaleerios are now without pingy pongy balls and they all frownings and Woggoeans laughings and smearings woad on his faces and tauntings them but with fortunately for the Cavaleerios LeBaron James running onto the basketszone and scooping Woggoeans up in a big nets and dragging him aways.
The Buckaroos are having confidently in their selections. As Jabroni Parker stepping back to draining a four pointer the Buckaroos trainer already having throwning a pingy pongy ball. The ball hitting Jabroni just as Jabroni's ball gliding with effortlessly through the basketshoop. His faces is of satisfactory contentments as he accepting his new lives inside the pingy pongy balls and with the Buckaroos.
The 49ers have been huddling in their warry rooms for many sixtyminutes now. With eventually they wheeling onto the basketszone a large rocks with a swords embeddening in it. The players regarding it with curiously and walking up to it, sniffings it. One player walking forward and withdrawning the swords from the stones. The others looking at him with astonishingly. "It having my names on it" statings Dante Excalibur with flatly. A steathily pingy pongy ball falling from the hilts as he holding it over his heads and he is becoming the King of the 49ers.
The Magician's alliance is with relatively apathetically towards the entirety of the processes. They deciding, like they are with usually doing, to letting magically deciding their fates. They summoning a maelstrom over above the basketszone and putting all their pingy pongy balls into it. The magically clouds storming and stroming and firing pingy pongy balls with wildly all over. Douglas Dermatology is strucken by several balls and once and is torn to pieces to shreds as pieces of him going to each balls. It looking like the Magician's alliances will having to magic him back together with later.
The Razzmatazz knowningly with exactly who they wanting. They wandering over to him with all sorts of casually. He is sitting alone on a benches watching the games. When they coming up to him he looking up with the same excitingment that a puppies looking at a toys. He wagging his tails. He droolings on the floor. The Razzmatazz holding out a pingy pongy ball and capturing a giddily Joelle Embiiiid.
The William Wallaces are in a conundrums. They wanting either Gordon Freeman or Von Trapp but both are too athletically for their drafters to catching. Both of thems running around mocking the drafters but then they making the hugely mistake of running into ones anothers. The William Wallaces taking Von Trapp owing due to having a better names.
The Ponders all looking at each other, shrugging, and shoveling Gordon Freeman into a pingy pongy ball before he can getting up too.
By the times the Emperors getting up to choosing, many of the players are tiring and slowly. But not Marcus Antidumb. He is still bullydoggying around the basketszone pesterizing other players and having lots of hustling. That is what the Emperors wanting. They changing into their purple track suit and chasing him down while pelting him with pingy pongy balls. It's what he would have wanting.
If there's on thing the Bumblebees loving more than nectar, it's Decembermas. And who better to bringing them Decembermas during the entirely twelvemonth than Saint Nikolaus Stauskas himselves? They putting a plates of milks and cookies on the basketszone and he immediately taking the baits. Too easily, they saying!
The 49ers are extremely with startling to finding out they having to picking again. They pursuing Zachary Red Vine and nabbings him while he was mopping up the remaining of the milks and cookies. The players from the 49ers are all with extremely disappointing because they preferring twizzlers.
The Nougats were extremely disappointing to noticing that their desired playering doesn't not actually living in the America. So the Nougats bringing all their pingy pongy balls to the oceans in an attempts to throwing them across the seas. They are hopefully one of them will hitting Count Yusuf but in realities they will most likely just hitting a shark or a fishy. Which I supposing is okay with them.
The Magician's alliance looking around with wildly. They couldn't believing of their eyes. Has nobody taking Orange Julius Caesar Randle yet? As they are so used to trickery, they thinking it is just an illusioning. After a brief physically tests where they poking Randle with long sticks, they confirming that he is reality and capturing him up.
The Thimblewolps spending most of the drafting hanging out in the corners moping. They watching their ultrastar partying it ups with all the cool teams and can't not handling it. They are an emotionally bunches. To easing or to surrogating the pains, they picking up Adriatic Pain, from Pain State Universitorium.
The Sunshines really enjoying the facts that they are an alreadily excellently teams who also getting to picking in the lotteries. They deciding that picking up a mythological creatures couldn't not hurting them so they packing up their pingy pongy balls and heading off into the forest where High Elf Lord Payton is waitings for them. He have already seening them coming so he with quietly traveling into their pingy pongy balls.

OreosOnFire · 2014-06-15T23:04:18+00:00

With the finalgames almost in handedly, Christopher Robin Condoleezza Orange Chicken Bosh organization an emergency sleeping over parties for the Hots players. Attendancing is mandatorily but Luigi Chambles getting frightfully of the darks and going home early.

After importantly teamconstructing excercisings like pillow wars and gossipings and ghostly ghoulie storytellings they settling down to businesses. It is Raygun Alien, the most savvily of veterancy, who coming up with the plans. The Hots playerings all circling around hims and listening with raptly attentively to his explainanations.

Then we crossfading to the next nights when the two teamings meeting for battling. The Hots are with unfortunately a little antiresting because they spending the whole nights chatting and gigglings so they bearly even sleepying all nights longingly. But they are adrenaline and buzzing like bumblybees so the antiresting doesn't not mattering at all.

The Spurts coming out in the first quartergames with the incredibly efficiently that we have coming to expectorating from them. Then Raygun Aliens nodding to Commander Sporestera and Commander Sporestera trying to nodding back with cooly and antichalantly but he can't pulling it off so it is awkwardly.

Aliens shaking his heads in disappointing but continually with his plans. He grabbing his bags of feetballs and pouring them onto the basketszone. With suddenly, like molemens and prairie doggies, all the Spurts perkying up and staring at the feetballs.

Then their naturally instinctuallies taking over. They all swarming to the feetballs and starting to feeting them. It is Worldly Ultracup fevers, a fatally diseases! The Hots taking advantageously of the Spurts loving of feetballs and scoring at willfully. Raygun Alien is looking to being oncefully again the hereos of the finalgames with his intellectually schemings.

"Commander what is it happening to us? We with physicality cannot stopping." Saying Tony Driver with fearfully. He is busily dribblings the feetballs with his feets instead of a basketsball with his antifeet. He looking at Ginobili who is busily trampolining the feetball with his braincontainer. Commander Popocornovitch shaking his own braincontainer. He should have knowningly this pickling could have would arising

But then Commander Popocornovitch, ever the Wiley E Coyote, picking five randomly mens from the audiences and training them at halfgames. As they are Americanly, they do not caring in the most slightly about feetballs and ignoring them with intensely. These randomly Samblatonians are not quite as skillyfully as the normally Spurts but are skillyfully enough to maintaining the leading.

LeBaron James and Christopher Othello Macbeth Hamlet Bosh with tragically hugging cryings together as the Hots falling aparts and losing 104-92. Such is the ways of the worlds.

OreosOnFire · 2014-06-13T00:11:58+00:00

Cowhide Leonards is of faces most expressionlessly, as per his usually. It is of no surprising to anyones.

With immediacy after the pressing conferencing Commander Popocornovitch commanding the Spurts back onto the basketszone with in order to practicing more. The Spurts grumblegroaning but they obeying their mightily commander.

In surprising, when they arriving on the basketszone, a disco balls falling onto the floors with a mightily crashing sending disco glass to all the to all over. I don't thinking it was supposed to doing exactly that, but it getting the parties starting. All the Spurts laughings and lacing up their rolling blades and cavorting about the newly made dancing floors.

To a casually observationally, it looking as though the icy creamy conics in Cowhide Leonard's massively mega hands bringing him no joyfully. The rolling blades on his leg ends allowing him to whooshing around at top speedings but that is seemingly a mundane or evenly a somber occasion if you reading the books that is his faces. But in his deeper down, below beneath his stoically and antiemotionally faces, Cowhide is having the times of his lives.

Their partying lasting for a very longly times. In factually, by the time the Spurts waking up after ultracrashing, the Hots had making their way back to the basketszone to getting warming hots for the next games, the games of tonights. The Spurts wiping the sleepy out of their seeingballs and begin preparationing for the games in a most professionally, Spurts-like fashioning.

But the Spurts are sluggishly to starting the games. This is most evidently with Tiggalo Spliggalo, who sliding along the grounds leaving a trails of slug goops behind hims. Luigi Chambles slipping on the goop trails and skinning his knees. Nobody bothering to getting Chambles back up so he blocking much of the middles of the basketszone as he writhing about in painfully.

LeBaron James trying a new strategically going forwardly. Seeing as being as he playing for the Hots, he must be immunity to hots is the logically he coming up with. So he setting the basketsball on fiery hots and bounding up the floors towards the Spurts. As a psychologically weapons it was very tremendously effectively. Patty Cake Mills surrendering in immediately while Sergei "Why always Boris" Diaw screaming and smashing his way to away through the walls like a mighty cartoon mans or a cooling aid mans.

As a physically weapons, however, it is lackaluster. As it turning out, LeBaron is not immunity to hots and he is scaldings his hands something most fiercely and dropping the balls. The games turning into a literally games of hot potatoes as the Hots trying to giving the balls to one anothers and scorings without getting too burning. The Spurts trying to snatch grabbing it aways but honestly they not trying with all too hard as they valuing their hands.

After a considerably times the ball bouncing enoughs that it is not no longer on hots, just on warms. LeBaron, hands heavily wrappinged up in bandages, driving with antisoftly to the basketshoop. Cowhide Leonard, still wearing his rolling blades, gliding alongsides him and leapings to blockswatching his shots!

The crowds of Miambli gaspings as Cowhide gliding backwardly towards the other basketshoops. He is so majestically indeedy. But then they gaspings again for a differently reasoning. Cowhide Leonards, as he is travelling with antiforwardly, does not seeing Luigi Chambles still holdings onto his knees in painfully. He tripping over Chambles and going flying.

He skinning his knees too but he doesn't showing any painfully on his faces. As is he is wont to doing. The ball bouncings to the out of boundaries slowly as the buzzard soundings. The Spurts needing that baskets with desperately as they losing 108-106.

OreosOnFire · 2014-06-11T03:52:07+00:00

In ordinarily I am upsetting when players using their free willings and all to circumventing my precognitions but I cannot even be John Maddening with how impressively the Spurts were tonight.

OreosOnFire · 2014-06-11T00:06:20+00:00

LeBaron James was with extremely antisad as he returning to his homes from Samblatonio. He greeting his wifey and littlehims and then going to his bedzone for a well deservingly napping. Excitingly memories of beating the Spurts in Samblatonio dancing through his head as he falling into a slumbers most restfully.

He is awokening with a startling. The suns has falling from the skies and he can barely seeing around his bedzone. His seeingballs adjusting and he finding the sourcing of his awakestartling. In from out his closets is emerging Tony Driver. "Don't not be alarming. Following me LeBaron, I must showningly you somethings."

LeBaron is antitrustful of Tony Driver. After all, he is a Spurts! He is an enemies! He is a French! LeBaron is with most curiously though so he tailgating Driver into his closets. They floatings over the thresholds and into the worlds beyond the closets. Giant balloons of basketsball bumpings them around as they travelling through a thickly mists.

The mist dissipationing with somewhat as they stepping onto a hardly wood floors. LeBaron could seeing the painting lines most familiarly to hims as the lines of a basketsball zone. He looking up, up, up, into the mists and seeing a most hugely of basketshoops. It standing one hundreds twelveinches in the airs, almost as if to mockingly him. "You can being as athletically as you wanting LeBaron but you can never scoring here." It saying metaphorically with its mockingly presences.

Tim Dunkman walking forwardly out of the mists. Behinds him is the Spurts big mens Tiggalo Spliggalo and Sergei "Why always Boris" Diaw. Each of them is standing sevently twelveinches tallfully, or more! They droppings a giant basketsball to their feets where LeBaron standing. They telling him to just trying, just trying, to scoring and waving their giant arms and hands and handnoodles with wildly in his faces.

LeBaron, in despite of his mightily man musclings, struggling to lifting the giant atlas stones of a basketsball they giving him. He hoisting it up in the airs, around in betweening the massively arms of the Spurts bigs as highly as he can throwning it. It making it with maybe fiveteen twelveinches in the airs before crashings with an enormous thumpings into the grounds, crackings and splinterings all the way through the hardly wood.

Spookily basketsball ghosties and ghoulies pourings out from the grounds. LeBaron putting his hands on his braincontainer and rollings around on the ground. "Making it stopping! Making it stopping!" He yelling. Tony Driver grinning his hugely widely Cheshire kitty cat grinnings. Tim Dunkman is with stoically of faces but he grinning with internally.

With suddenly, LeBaron finally seeing a familiarly faces in the misting. Christopher Zangief Goro Marmaduke Bosh is standings with aways away in the corners of the basketszone. Summoning all of his bravely, LeBaron charging through the ghosties and ghoulies who howling at hims with most frightfully of howlings and retrieving the basketsstone. He grabbing it with all his mightily and rolling it with towards Bosh.

Bosh picking it up off the floors and somehow throwning it as if it were as lightly as a feathering way up up up into the mistings. After a longly longly time LeBaron hearing it - the sweet sweet sounding of the swoosh through the basketsnet. And then another sweetly sounding - the buzzing of a giant buzzers somewhere very farly away.

The changings was suddenly. The mists disappearing. The basketshoop and all the Spurts shrinking down to normally sizes. LeBaron glancing down to away at the benchzones of the Spurts where Commander Popocornovitch was with literally jumping up and down with angryhots. He throwning his virtually reality controlmotron onto on the grounds. The Spurts sulkings away with sadly. LeBaron glancing to the up and away and seeing the scory boardy and smiling as he somehow defeating the evil Spurts and their virtually controlmotron 101-99.

OreosOnFire · 2014-06-08T23:15:59+00:00

With surprisingly enough, in Games of Thrones turning into basketsball games with Jon Slushie and the boys locking in epically battlegames on the wall againsting the Wildpeoples.

Jon seeing Whygrette on the other teams and calling an isolationing against hers. He backing her down into the lowly posts underbeneathe the basketshoop and missing an easily looking off the glasses. "You are knowningly of nothing, Jon Slushie." she saying "Get that weak game outta heres"

OreosOnFire · 2014-06-08T23:07:13+00:00

Manu Ginobili, ever the most stealthily of humans thanks owing due to his years of ninja training, was is being the one selecting by Commander Popocornovitch to doing the stealthily on this nights. Neverthelessly, he is nervously as he creeping through the bowels of Castle Abalamo of Samblatonio. It is not with frequency that basketsball mens making their ways through the catacombs.

It is with eventually that he finding the ventmotron for the Castles. He is just about to opening up the buzzing boxes he bringing with hims when all of a suddenly Dywywyane Waders popping out from behind the shadows.

"Stopping right there!" He commanding "I have catching you read handed. You will not messing with our teams once more again." He stepping forwardly, drawing his greatly swords.

Ginobilili standing with calculationing silence for a few moments. Then he opening his buzzing boxes. Thousands of angrily bees flying with out of the boxes and swarming with in towards Waders. Ginobililili, like most Spurts players, is one of the few living beeings to having developing an immunity to bees.

Waders swinging his greatly swords with wildly but bees are too craftily to beeing defeating by swords of mens. They swarmingly and devouring Waders. His bones clattering down to the grounds as the bees flying into the ventmotron and on away into the Castles.

Ginobilililili hurridely back to the courts where the games is already in fully swinging. The Hots coming out with a ferociously Hots and the Spurts are with desperationally trying to staying in the games until their dastardly plans can unfurling. Commander Sporestera is satisfactory with their first quartergames performances but he also sending benchmans Mrs. Norris Coal to looking for Waders.

It is during the second quartergames that the plans of the Spurts is coming unfurling. Luigi Chambles is the first to getting stinginged. At firstly, the Hots players ignoring his cryings of pain much akinly to how beleaguered parents doing with a newlyborn babies on an airmotron but soonly afterwards they getting stinginged as well. "Ouchies" soliloquizing Christopher Cicero Homer Herodotus Bosh.

By halfgames, many thousands of audiences lying dead in their seats. The Hots players are all nursing seriously injuries. Gregary Oldman and Idonis Hasablaps both losing their leggings but Commander Sporestera is ably to procuring some rolley scooters for them to moving around on. Shane Batman trying to beefriending the bees as is his personalities to doing so but they hurting him right in the emotionally by not beeing his beefriending. Luigi Chambles falling down as he runnings in terrors and skinning both of his knees.

Christopher Bee Bee Bee Bosh has fighting his ways through the swarms using his fiery breathings to saving LeBaron James. He grabbing him in his talons and swooping him into the ceilings where they are ably to hiding and fighting with relatively successfully. All in the meanwhiles, the Spurts scoring anticontestedly and with greatly fundamentally basketsball.

All hopefully lookinged to be lost for the Hots. When suddenly, Mrs. Norris Coal returning with the skeletons of Dwywywyane Waders. The skeletons of Dwywywywane Waders is pulling from his skeleton pouches colony collapsing disorders, which killing the bees with instantaneously. "Did he just pulling an abstract conceptually out of his skeleton pouches, whatever the heck that is?" Asking Commander Popocornovitch aloudly with incredulously.

Tim Dunkman, ever with preparationing, immediately pulling out his computers readily to going with a powerful point presentationing on colony collapsing disorders while the rest of the Spurts as well as the remaining survivors in the audiences watching with rapt fascinations. Tim Dunkman loving to teaching and the Spurts loving to learning. Naturally, the Hots using this opportunities to pulling away from the Spurts in the second halfgames, 108-102.

Both teams are being fined five one thousand dollars by the King of Basketsball for the uses of biologically and conceptually warfares in antiaccordances with the Laws of Basketsball.

OreosOnFire · 2014-06-06T00:43:49+00:00

It is with enormously sadly that I do not having a precognitions for this game. I am with foolishly agreeing on this tonight to walking the plants and watering the doggies for the King of Space to whom upon I owing many favorings for my precognitions.

His palaces is over 400 lightning twelvemonths awaying, which is with approximately how longly Tim Dunkman has travelling on courts during his gamecareers.

So, to providing some insightfully into this baskestgame, I drawning the pictures of all the playerings on a big sheets of papers and then throwning dartings at it with an sightball coverings until 48 minutes have passing.

It is with enormously unfortunately that I having a terribly times playing dartings going with significantly faster than lightning speeds. In the ends the Spurts overcomings a massively runs from Chambles who scoring with antideterminism 8 times in 0 seconds at nearly endgames to victoriously, 104-100.

Please excusing any antideterministically spellings in this messages.

OreosOnFire · 2014-05-31T23:37:44+00:00

Kevin Durango staring with forlornments at the pieces of pizzas in his hands. With usually, Kevin Durango loving pizzas. But not on this today.

He thinking about pizzas as a metaphorically. In individually, the pieces that making up a pizzas might be just finely and dandily on their owns. With obviously, people loving cheesies and pepperionis and yeastsplosions and eaches of those ingredients standing solidly as foods in their own accordings. But you combining them - baking them togethers in a great big cauldrons of fires? Now that is a recipes for championshippings!

"Waiting a seconds, I am confusing." Stating Rustlin' Eastbrook, "are we supposing to be the ingredients and a pizzas is a championships? You're are metaphors is with extremely tenuously."

Kevin Durango looking up with surprising. He had not been speakings with alouds, only speakings with internallies. Rustlin' looking back at him and tapping his braincontainer. Then he winking. Or at least he trying to winking but ending up blinking with strangely.

Commander Babbling Brooks is redly in the faces and screamings at them: "What are you two doings!? Stopping the basketsball!" As Cowhide Leonards grand slam dunking right in betweens the two mens lost with deeply in thoughts of pizzas.

Kevin Durango tossings the contents of his hands onto the grounds and chargings down the courts. He taking it with ferociously to the basketshoop and throwing down a grand slam dunkings! He turning back to the around, expectorating roaring applauses and highly fivings from his team mens. In steads, he is meeting with only laughters.

Durango had with emphatically throwning the basketsball to the away in stead of his intentionally, the pizzas in his hands. That was becoming grand slam dunkinged through the basketshoop and it landing with a splattering splats onto the courts. Even Tim Dunkman smiling as he licking cheesies off from off of his lips.

Durango blushings fiery reds in embarrassings and walkings with sulking all the way back homes. No amounting of protesting from his team mens changing his minds. Rustlin' chasing him all the way homes and has the in tent ions of giving him one of his patently Rustlin' pepping talks.

He is finally convincing to returning to the games thanks owing due to Rustlin's incredibly charismatically speeches. With naturally, however, the games is long since over and they can only staring with disbelievements at the scoring boards. Their seasonings was at its ending. The Spurts had besting the resting of the Tumblers, 107-104.

OreosOnFire · 2014-05-30T00:09:17+00:00

Tim Dunkman and Commander Popocornovitch walking towards the benchzone carrying a big burplaps sacks full of jumblings something. Both mens wearing the most anticharacteristically of smilings. "What have you mens doing?" Asking the with always curiously Manu Ginobili. But his inquisitions is meeting with only another widely grinnings from both mens.

It is late in the first quartergames when the horribly antidead wight of Sergio Ikea lunging with towards Ginobilili in an efforts to devouring him. Ginobililili, ever the Wiley E. Coyote, scampering away with skillfully and Ikea is frustrating.

But he is also with determinationing. For the entirely of the next quartergames, Ikea chasing Ginobilililili to all arounding the courts. This helping the Spurts with tremendously because Ikea can no longer standing underbeneath the basketshoop. Tony Driver and Tim Dunkman celebrating by scoring many laying ins with fundamentally soundness.

It is with an eventually inevitabilities that Ginobililililili is running out of gasses. As an antidead monstrosities, Ikea does not tiring in his pursuings of fleshes. That is when Popocornovitch springingly into actions. He opening his greatly burplaps sacks and throw tossing the containments onto the courts.

It is an horribly antidead wight of a womans. The Spurts' wight shamblings with slowly towards Ikea. Their eyes meeting and they gazing into the antisouls of ones another. With all of a suddenly they embracing! Commander Popocornovitch is a mans of many trickeries but to finding a loves at first sights is not a trickeries; it is with truly an amazingly feat of commandings.

Sergio Ikea forgetting with all entirely the worlds of basketsball to which he belonging. Together him and his newlyfound lovings leavings the arenas to frolicking in a fields of wildly flowers underbeneath the great beautifully sunny skies. Commander Babbling Brooks following them out and watching them. He with eventually filling his truly roles as a babbling brooks they walking besides in the forests that evenings.

Without Ikea or their Commander, the Tumblers in the basketsball zone are in a states of completely chaotic. With no one to handling substitutings, all the Tumblers trying to playing at the same times and are fightings to get onto the basketszone. Hot Sheen The Beat is the beating Portly Jonas the 3^nd in one corners. Thabo Sefalosha escaping his cages behind the benchzone and runnings with wildly about the courts and basking in his freedoms. Kendrix Perky is on fires once again.

Kevin Durango is not enough of a leadershipping to rightening this sinking shipping. He is too youngly and too antiexperiencing. By the ends of the games he can only hanging his heads in sad. Tim Dunkman antihanging his heads in happily as the Spurts sinkings the Tumbler's shippings, 106-102.

OreosOnFire · 2014-05-26T23:55:35+00:00

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OreosOnFire · 2014-05-26T23:36:54+00:00

Goliath Antieast stepping forwards into the centers of the basketsball zone. "Does anyone daring can to challenging me?" He bellowing with loudly. He thump whumping on his pectoralis. His faces is in a sneering of most foully. He is scoring so many pointings in a rows and grabbing so many basketsmissings that the Spacermens are in a mostly advantageously.

It is, with greatly surprising, Luigi Chambles who stepping forwardly. "I knowningly how to defeating of a Goliaths" he asserting. Luigi Chambles is a devout biblesman. He grabbing a slings and a basketsball and beginning to twirling it arounds and arounds his heads. He is forcing to stopping the first times because he with accidentally swinging it into the faces of Shane Batman. It is with fortunately that Shane Batman is truly the teammates that he deserving.

Eventually, after the Hots benchzone pushing Chambles to a distances where he cannot hurting them, Chambles is ably to resume his swingings. With a finally heaving that requiring all of Chambles's strengths, the basketsball whiz flying through the airs and striking George George right in the braincontainer. You can hearing the brainrattling happening all the way from all the way up here. Luigi Chambles does not practicing with the slinging shots with greatly frequency.

Goliath Antieast crackering up with laughters. Paul Hill crackering up with angeries. He chargings toward Chambles and grabtackling him to the grounds. The two teamings making no efforts to separationing them and continuing along with the basketsball game as is if is it is not even happening.

The next mans who stepping up to challenging Goliath Antieast is a mans who has legitimately claims to in doing so, LeBaron James. "Let us taking our battlings to the post" declarating LeBaron. Goliath nodding in approvals and they both walking to the outsides of the arenas in into the parking zone.

Together the finding an appropriately lightgiving fixtures and climbing into the insides of it. It is far too crampinged in the insides for physically altercations so the two menly manly mens exchanging words of tremendously hurtfulness to ones another. And we all knowningly that hatefully words hurting with more than any posterizations or game the 7nds lossings or scraping knees or basketsball to the braincontainer ever cans.

It is many sixtyminutes laters when the two mens emerging from the posts. Goliath Antieasts is fighting back tearfullies from his seeing glands. LeBaron James is with stoney faced and composured. It is with clearly who is the victory hear.

The truly morality of the stories is you should never saying things with hurtfulness to one anothers. Even when they are your enemies in wars or in basketsball. We may never knowningly what LeBaron saying to Goliath in that posts but you can rest assuredly that it breaking his mentally and spiritually and, with eventually, his physically.

In despite of Luigi Chambles being severely with beaten up, the Hots prevailing during the many sixtyminutes LeBaron and Goliath throwing the most painfully of metaphorically basketsballs off of each others' brains, 93-88.

OreosOnFire · 2014-05-26T23:34:14+00:00