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i need help finding a basketball commercial:

dark color palette, it was a high school basketball game, home team was winning then out of the shadows the kid gets the ball stolen, away team guy drives it home, cheerleaders and home team cry sweet tears

been looking for this shit forever!

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i need help finding a basketball commercial:

dark color palette, it was a high school basketball game, home team was winning then out of the shadows the kid gets the ball stolen, away team guy drives it home, cheerleaders and home team cry sweet tears

been looking for this shit forever!

oh yeah i remember that one, that shit was tight.

rgVClINRyrc

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just got to Mendocino to spend a couple days with my parents, my Grandparents and my sons. Gonna maybe get my 3 year old out for his first surf if I can find a little wetsuit, super excited to see how my 1 year old reacts to the ocean for his first time. Planning on spending some considerable time on the beach building sandcastles and finding pirate treasure (making alleged pirate treasure map now :)

Needed this, badly.

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Lean Blunts

fix yerself one... cheep where you at with the instructions

I have all the ingredients to make this, plus the best blunt roller in the world (new GF got magic fingers). I don't know why this never occurred to me. So I don't go over the top and kill myself, how much prometh should I use? I have the good shit, the yellow Tussionex, so it's got a healthy amt of codeine...

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i honestly have no idea; stopped smoking chronic years ago. my friend was about to twist one the other day and i saw he had a one cup measuring spoon with about three quarters of the bottom of it covered. i assume he just gutted/filled a cigar and poured the liquid over it evenly.

ill shoot you a pm tomorrow with details; dude loves his syrup.

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Just about every time I see someone I stop. I kind of got out of the habit in the last couple of years, moved to a big city and all that, my girlfriend wasn't too stoked on the practice. Then some shit happened to me that changed me and I am back to offering rides habitually. If you would indulge me, it is long story and has almost nothing to do with hitch hiking other than happening on a road.

This past year I have had 3 instances of car trouble. A blow out on a freeway, a bunch of blown fuses and an out of gas situation. All of them were while driving other people's cars which, for some reason, makes it worse on an emotional level. It makes it worse on a practical level as well, what with the fact that I carry things like a jack and extra fuses in my car, and know enough not to park, facing downhill, on a steep incline with less than a gallon of fuel.

Anyway, each of these times this shit happened I was DISGUSTED with how people would not bother to help me. I spent hours on the side of the freeway waiting, watching roadside assistance vehicles blow past me, for AAA to show. The 4 gas stations I asked for a gas can at told me that they couldn't loan them out "for my safety" but I could buy a really shitty 1-gallon one with no cap for $15. It was enough, each time, to make you say shit like "this country is going to hell in a handbasket."

But you know who came to my rescue all three times? Immigrants. Mexican immigrants. None of them spoke a lick of the language. But one of those dudes had a profound affect on me.

He was the guy that stopped to help me with a blow out with his whole family of 6 in tow. I was on the side of the road for close to 4 hours. Big jeep, blown rear tire, had a spare but no jack. I had signs in the windows of the car, big signs that said NEED A JACK and offered money. No dice. Right as I am about to give up and just hitch out there a van pulls over and dude bounds out. He sizes the situation up and calls for his youngest daughter who speaks english. He conveys through her that he has a jack but it is too small for the Jeep so we will need to brace it. He produces a saw from the van and cuts a log out of a downed tree on the side of the road. We rolled it over, put his jack on top, and bam, in business. I start taking the wheel off and, if you can believe it, I broke his tire iron. It was one of those collapsible ones and I wasn't careful and I snapped the head I needed clean off. Fuck.

No worries, he runs to the van, gives it to his wife and she is gone in a flash, down the road to buy a tire iron. She is back in 15 minutes, we finish the job with a little sweat and cussing (stupid log was starting to give), and I am a very happy man. We are both filthy and sweaty. The wife produces a large water jug for us to wash our hands in. I tried to put a 20 in the man's hand but he wouldn't take it so I instead gave it to his wife as quietly as I could. I thanked them up one side and down the other. I asked the little girl where they lived, thinking maybe I could send them a gift for being so awesome. She says they live in Mexico. They are here so mommy and daddy can pick peaches for the next few weeks. After that they are going to pick cherries then go back home. She asks if I have had lunch and when I told her no she gave me a tamale from their cooler, the best fucking tamale I have ever had.

So, to clarify, a family that is undoubtedly poorer than you, me, and just about everyone else on that stretch of road, working on a seasonal basis where time is money, took an hour or two out of their day to help some strange dude on the side of the road when people in tow trucks were just passing me by. Wow...

But we aren't done yet. I thank them again and walk back to my car and open the foil on the tamale cause I am starving at this point and what do I find inside? My fucking $20 bill! I whirl around and run up to the van and the guy rolls his window down. He sees the $20 in my hand and just shaking his head no like he won't take it. All I can think to say is "Por Favor, Por Favor, Por Favor" with my hands out. Dude just smiles, shakes his head and, with what looked like great concentration, tried his hardest to speak to me in English:

"Today you.... tomorrow me."

Rolled up his window, drove away, his daughter waving to me in the rear view. I sat in my car eating the best fucking tamale of all time and I just cried. Like a little girl. It has been a rough year and nothing has broke my way. This was so out of left field I just couldn't deal.

In the 5 months since I have changed a couple of tires, given a few rides to gas stations and, once, went 50 miles out of my way to get a girl to an airport. I won't accept money. Every time I tell them the same thing when we are through:

"Today you.... tomorrow me."

:)

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this critique made me lol

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sucky cell pics.. gonna get these hemmed when up at BiG next weekend. :-)

PBJ, FC 1108c, FH wally, Thorogoods

failed.

1.when posting pics here,make sure its yourself,not your much younger,handsome brother.

2.large wallet is missing lanyard.lame.

3.a little polish to the footwear befoore taking a pic isn't too much to ask for.lazy.

4.wearing a blue top to denim is a no-go.try again please.

5.negged.

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