@BrookieJ07 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

Dam where you from bro? Because we never called it that

7"6 and no post game or back to the basket game. Wild business.

Niggas giggling I would’ve shot her stupid ass

Who ya think won the 2015 finals MVP… man whaaa

My brother in Christ

Curry>Magic … argue wit ya motha

Acosta

Been trying for like 4 years lol

GSW defeats Boston in 6, LeBron wins FMVP avg 16/10/11 while Curry avg 26.7 4/6 47% from 3 game 6 Curry drops 41 with 9 3s the NBA world is in uproar after curry is snubbed for FMVP LeBron retires with 5 rings

All the more reason to leave it alone and preserve its value until there’s actually a great story written with a great visionary director behind it to bring it to life. Not ok, not decent, not good. But GREAT!

tf that got to do with me?!

Box n 1 bruh that’s worse lmao

This is fucking insane slim

Throwback tackle.. can be played in grass or concrete

Can’t argue wit that… Englund is irreplaceable, that’s how I feel about Brad Dourif doing Chucky it can’t be duplicated imo

Stateside, a gas station. I drank a frozen blue beverage too quickly, and was struck down by a punishment this entire nation knows, and accepts, and has named. The drink is called a slush. Ice, sweetness, and a blue that does not occur in nature. The day was hot. I was thirsty. I drank like a soldier at a river. The pain arrived in my skull like a war horn. Behind the eyes. Above everything. Total. I gripped the roof of my car. I may have made a sound. "Brain freeze," said the cashier through the door, with no urgency whatsoever. It has a NAME. The affliction is so common it has a household name, like a cousin. "Tongue on the roof of your mouth," called a man at the pumps. He did not look over. He prescribed the remedy mid-pump, casually, the way one mentions weather. I pressed my tongue to the roof of my mouth. The war horn faded. The healer nodded at his pump, finished, and was gone in a Chevrolet. In my land, punishment follows crime by way of courts and seasons. Here, the sentence is instant. Drink with greed, and the ice strikes the mind directly. No trial. No appeal. Perfectly fair. And here is what moves me. EVERYONE has felt it. The cashier. The healer. Children. Elders. An entire nation united by the same small lightning, all taught the same cure, all passing it on to strangers at gas stations, free of charge. You cannot fully distrust a country once you know it shares one pain. The freeze does not punish thirst. It punishes haste. I finished the slush slowly, like a scholar. Blue tongue. Clear mind. Then at the door I forgot everything, drank deeply, and was struck down again. "Tongue, hon," said the cashier, without looking up. Discipline is a journey.

Bruh

Dam you wouldn’t want to see that tho? Like the way they’re doing the IT series is elite bringing a lot of his stuff together in one world

This shit makes me physically ill every time I see this bruh