Anonymous ID: da7c3e Feb. 18, 2024, 8:43 p.m. No.20438672   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun   >>8722

>>20438637

What's with the 'tude Karen?

Incapable of having a polite conversation?

Too immature?

 

Despite not being here to spoon feed idiotsโ€ฆ

Not all links are friendly or what they appear to be.

Couldn't discern that for yourself?

I'm shocked.

I hope you enjoyed clicking them all.

You don't belong here.

And it shows.

Anonymous ID: da7c3e Feb. 18, 2024, 8:52 p.m. No.20438710   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun   >>8733 >>8740

>>20438637

Only marxist nonsense has convinced you that it's okay to enter someone else's space and immediately start demanding they rearrange the furniture to suit you. Be gracious, and recognize you have a lot to learn. LURK! That means read, and read, and read, and don't post until you have good reason to think some people on here might actually wish to read your hot take or lulzy meme. If you aren't contributing in a meaningful way, reconsider your post. If your early attempts donรขโ‚ฌโ„ขt get recognition, or get newfag/shill smack-downs, take the note and go back to lurking. Most important, keep up on the notables, read all old crumbs, and post diggs of new research not already discussed on the boards. TThe chit-chat is for anons that have already earned that status via diggs. If that sounds like a lot of work before you get any feels of recognition, welcome to the world where not everyone gets a fucking participation trophy. You'll be glad you joined up though, because when you finally do have something to add, everyone here knows: earned comfy is best comfy.

Anonymous ID: da7c3e Feb. 18, 2024, 10:11 p.m. No.20439058   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun

>>20438872

Basketball Jones Featuring Tyrone Shoelaces

Lyrics

Basketball Jones, I got a Basketball Jones

Got a Basketball Jones, oh baby, oo-oo-ooo

Yes, I am the victim of a Basketball Jones

Ever since I was a little baby, I always be dribblin'

In fac', I was de baddest dribbler in the whole neighborhood

Then one day, my mama bought me a basketball

And I loved that basketball

I took that basketball with me everywhere I went

That basketball was like a basketball to me

I even put that basketball underneath my pillow

Maybe that's why I can't sleep at night

I need help, ladies and gentlemens

I need someone to stand beside me

I need, I need someone to set a pick for me at the free-throw line of life

Someone I can pass to

Someone to hit the open man on the give-and-go

And not end up in the popcorn machine

So cheerleaders, help me out

Oh, that sounds so sweet

Sing it out

C'mon Coach Booty, Red Blazer, sing along with me

That be bad, honky

Yeah

I want everybody in the whole stadium to stand up and sing with us

Oh yeah, sing it out like you're proud

All right, everybody watchin' coast-to-coast, sing along with us

Bill Russell, sing along with us

Chick Hearn, sing along with us

Chris Schenkel, don't sing nothin'

Oh, it feels so good

Gimme the ball

I'll go one-on-one against the world, left-handed

I could stuff it from center court with my toes

I could jump on top of the backboard, take off a quarter, leave fifteen cents change I

Could, I could dribble behind my back I got more moves than Ex-Lax I'm bad I could

Dribble with my tongue Here I go down court, try to stop me You can't stop me 'cause I

Got a Basketball Jones Here I come That's my hook shot with my eyebrow Yeah, I could

Dunk it with my nose I'm, I'm bad as King Kong, gimme the ball I'm hot, I'm hot asโ€ฆ,

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