Smart Boris: Motherfucker, how about that! Did you see that? Did you?? Ray Allen played the whole damn game, stunning the Evil Weevils, who used the first two quarters to gorge a decidedly piggish lead and the final two quarters to throw it all up, with his hot, sweaty dome. And Paul Pierce? Jesus, just look at him. 
Even if you hit your head on the bottom of a pool and lost vast portions of your prefrontal cortex to the dunes after Doc Nobody declared you clinically dead in front of the little ones, even if that (and Slothrop, I'm writing in your direction), you must admit, that was some fancy dancing. When they lose the series, and they will, the L.A. Lakers will return to their clunky palace and find not snakes but frogs. Lots of frogs. Ribbit! Rrrribbit!Dancing dancing dancing.
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