Sit wrote:I missed that shot on purpose.. gotta let Kobe win!
who's been paying sit money to shave points? lets beat him up.
Zmac & Sit: NLSC Undraftees - The After Party....
by Jing on Sun Mar 26, 2006 11:47 am
Sit wrote:Too bad! I wanted Kobe's autograph!
get it before the game
if u get it after the game after he hits a game winner on you then you'll be like the weakling, but if u ask for his autograph after you hit the game winner he will see you as a graceful winner who is good and worthy of being a good competitor to him.
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by Fresh8 on Sun Mar 26, 2006 11:50 am
Nah, he threatened to do something real bad to me if I scored that Game winner... after I missed it he rewarded me with his autograph...
Not to worry, when he visits us, I will drop 50 on him. That's if I get my shots and I hit them.
Not to worry, when he visits us, I will drop 50 on him. That's if I get my shots and I hit them.
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i think the word kincks is bad luck =/ 
good luck next timeby zmac on Thu Mar 30, 2006 3:12 pm
Yeah, soz bout the lack of updates, Ive been real busy with school as Ive just started the term and plenty of homework has been givin out.
I will start updating more frequently soon enough, so just hold on 1 MAYBE 2 days.
I will start updating more frequently soon enough, so just hold on 1 MAYBE 2 days.
www.myspace.com/zmac24
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by Fresh8 on Sat Apr 01, 2006 10:42 pm
The After Party - Part 1
Everyone gave Sit a hard time as they rode on the team bus.
"Why'd you throw that game away Sit?" Jing asked.
"You a fag man!" Anurak yelled in chorus.
X shushed them, "It's ok boys! I mean, I got a few of these for throwing it away! Well worth it!"
Everyone just shook their heads as X started to swig his bottle of Rum.
The Knicks players hopped out of the team bus and onto the pebble driveway. Their eyes widened in awe as they took in the sight that was in front of them; a huge mansion and a statue of a woman that looked like a man. Then X exclaimed, “It’s MJ’s house?”
All the guys started to laugh and push the vet around and Jugs shouted, “No you dip shit! It’s coach’s place!”
Everyone started to tell Jugs to shut up in mocking tones and Mac laughed at him, “We already know man, you think you’re so smart don’t you and you’re not funny either!”
Jugs looked ashamed, “Aww man…”
Then the gate behind them shut closed and dogs started to bark as the bus driver; Mark Madsen, hopped out and started to look like he was about to soil his own pants.
“I don’t like dogs,” He explained to the Knicks and started to hide behind Anurak.
Jing pat the guy on the back, “You’re going up there. Do it for the team.”
Madsen shouted back, “I’m not going anywhere! Nowhere near those dogs!”
Mark Moore and Flo then pulled Madsen by his collar and dragged him halfway up the driveway towards a fenced off area where the noises of the dogs were coming from.
Moore said, “Do it for the team…”
“It’s not like I need to suck up to you people, I don’t need to do anything for you people. All I am is a bus driver.”
Flo threatened, “Do it or we will tell everyone about you and Shaq in the shower during preseason back in LA!”
“Hey, who said I did that?” Madsen started to get frightened.
oore winked at him, “You were drunk man, last night you came out of the closet!”
Flo and Moore pushed Madsen away and scrambled back down to join the rest of the team. Madsen cautiously took a few steps closer to the gate and pressed a button. All of the guys started to chant his name when the gate opened. Madsen walked in and the gate was shut behind him.
“What are you brats doing here?”
Everyone turned around to see Dennis Rodman, wearing a miniskirt and what seemed to be like a fake pair of breasts, with a baseball bat.
“Hey coach, What you doing?” Asked Sac-1.
“You idiots, my house is that way,” The Worm pointed behind him.
“Ok…” Everyone mumbled collectively.
Dennis led them towards his house before Sit shouted, “If the party over there… where did Mad Dog go?”
Suddenly someone started to scream and the noise of dogs barking could be heard again. Two hands were seen drifting above the fence and then Mark Madsen jumped out of where he had entered before. He was bleeding from his face and his left eyeball seemed to be missing. His pants were gone and before anyone could see anything else, five large dogs jumped the fence to chase him down the road. Madsen ran for his life towards the bus waving his arms for help.
“Awww shiet son,” Sit exclaimed in his ‘Shorty from Scary Movie’ voice, “Fuck man, let’s run!”
Everyone ran for Dennis’ house and they locked the doors behind them and watched Madsen getting mauled by the dogs. After the barking had died down, Jugs rang 911 to get an ambulance.
All Malfa did was poke his head out and whisper to a motionless Madsen, “Are you ok?”
* * *
Dennis took the boys on a tour of his mansion and let them chill out a bit. After the loss to the Lakers, the players needed a bit of relaxation. He invited them into his cellar where he had a lot of drinks and after showing where everyone could grab some liquor, he told everyone to piss off and explore.
“Yeah, go have some fun boys. Just two rules, don’t touch my wife or my moose.”
Rodman and Watson decided to stay in the cellar to have a drinking contest while everyone else decided to go and check out some places.
Jing, Anurak, Mark and Anthony15 found themselves lost on the fifth floor, stumbling into a bright pink room. The carpet was pink, the walls were pink and the ceiling was basically covered with a gigantic mirror. There in the middle of the room was a King size bed and on top of it was a woman.
“Is she the wife?” Anthony15 asked the other three guys.
“Shit man, if it is, he scored,” Jing stared.
“Word,” Anurak chimed in, dribbling spit as he spoke.
She was blonde and skinny, her legs and curves were seemingly perfection. She was everything that defined sexy and the four guys just stared in awe.
“Shit man,” Mark said, “We scored tonight boys.”
“We ain’t touching his wife,” Jing replied, “he’s gonna shoot us if we do.”
“Fuck that, I’m gonna get some!” Mark shouted as the woman pointed at him and smiled.
Malfa, Conrad and Jugs decided to mess around in Rodman’s living room and stealing all of his hardware. They found his championship rings, wrestling trophies and a book.
“Man, we could sell this shit on Ebay!” Conrad smiled.
Malfa was looking in glee, “We will be rich boys!”
As they started to put everything in their sport bags, Jugs shouted at the guys, “Hey, what’s this?”
All of them huddled around a table and looked at what seemed to be black cloth.
“I don’t know,” Malfa said uncertainly.
“Must be a shirt or something…” Conrad said, “Or a piece of it…”
“Hmm, it’s sort of cool hey?” Jugs laughed as he rubbed it on his face, “But the material feels pretty nice. Maybe some special type of stuff?”
“Well, it’s a handkerchief perhaps,” Conrad suggested.
“I’m keeping it,” Jugs said as he wiped his face on it.
Mafia, Sac-1 and Mac were engaged in a hardcore mission… looking for food in Rodman’s kitchen. They crept up to the fridge and slowly opened it. Inside was plenty of boxes.
“What is this shit? Coach still has cereal for breakfast?” Mac stated as he took one of the boxes out of the fridge.
He suddenly dropped it and jumped back surprised.
“What?” Sac-1 asked.
Mafia answered, reading off the packet, “Ultra strong Viagra mix…”
“Man, I’m mentally scarred for life…” Mac still on the floor said.
Sac-1 had a blank face before Mafia suggested, “Oh man, let’s switch this stuff with sugar or something!”
Mac laughed, “Yeah, good idea! No wait… Let’s put that girl hormone crap in it… he will definitely become gay then!”
Mac and Mafia exchanged high fives before leaving the kitchen to go down town to find what they were looking for. Sac-1 stayed behind and sampled a few of Rodman’s ‘magic boxes.’
To Be Continued...
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. Oh yeah, Rodman in a skirt. 
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