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It’s been a while since I hit the “B-Ball Court” and fucked a bitch up…okay a long while. Like 3rd grade. I was the “Devil on Defense” back then, because no one would pass to me when we were on offense.
But I have longed to return that harden wooden floor and destroy my opponents. But I wont do it a lone. This is my team:
You can try to set up a pick against him, but he'll kill you
Center: He’s blue, so he will distract the opponents.
He’s a god, so some members of the other team will bow down to him.
Did you see what he did in Vietnam? Case in point.
This kid is a terrorist.
Defensive Guard: He’s not afraid to touch spiders. He knows homeless people. He can use a talkboy to confuse the other team.
Looks like a good day for a slam dunk!
Defensive Guard: Lets be honest. You see this kid running towards you, you get out of the way.
Vroom shakalaka!
Forward: Millenium Falcon
Made the kessel run in less than 12 parsecs.
1991, 1992, 1993, 1996, 1997, 1998
Forward: Bulls that demand the flesh of humans.
These guys kicked a reporter in the balls, informed the mailman he does not deliver on Sundays, and are the reason why I have a Starter jacket.
