They're talking basketball, they're fucking dumb mess shit, they don't have basketball, but they will make dumb mess jokes.

Hello everybody and welcome to poddon't lie with Sam and stop. Motherfucking top of the east edition you fucking pieces of shit.

Number four, play a fucking playoff start today. Guess who's hosting a fucking series, Sammy? Guess who's getting the fuck boy, Tray Young, the fuck boy hogs who we just vanquished.

God damn this is good. We own that. That's right. We own your own. Those fucking. That's right. God damn does it feel good to be a unabashed New York Knicks fan.

It's so good to have you back. It's so good to be here. Hit it Harry. Yeah. Where is Harry? God damn it Harry. Harry. Harry. I press the wrong button. I press the wrong button.

Here we go. Let's go now, Harry. Wait, wait, wait, wait. Ready on three. Ready? One, two, three. I press back. It is Harry. Oh, okay. All right. All right. Keep all this Harry. The people need to know. The people need to know that you cost us our beautiful moment of triumph.

Give me one. Give me 25 seconds. 25 seconds. I shot fucking 24. What the fuck?

25 seconds. I know exactly what Harry's going through right now. This is like me after I've gotten sucked off for a while and to get my dick hard again, fumbling with a condom and I can't figure out which way it goes. And I'm like, no, I need to get my heartbeat is into the pussy before. Yes.

Go New York. Go New York. Go. Yes. Oh, hell yeah. It's great. God damn it feels good. Julius Randall is a all NBA player. That's right. And I don't even give a fuck. What's $50? What's $50 to a fucking guy who's rooting for rooting for a team that's going to go to the second round of the playoffs? I'm not even. We are going to. I'm done. I'm done. I'm happy. Happy about making the fucking player. It's time to win a fight.

It's time to win a fucking series. I got my eyes set on the fucking Eastern Conference finals.

Let's get to the ECF, baby.

What? Who wants the playoffs, dude? Who wants the playoffs? No body, brother. Nobody wants to play us. God damn eight in a fucking row.

40 for Julius again. 40 that. So last night's game was fucking unbelievable. It's an incredible and incredible. And also just by the way, I'm just in love with basketball again.

Two weeks ago, I was getting my teeth kit. The battle for stick was looking bad. Okay. Yannis was hurt. The Bucks were the Bucks were looking kind of suspect.

We still have Mike Cuckin-Holzer as the fucking coach. Things weren't looking that good for your boy. Everything I loved was being taken for me.

The nuggets who I was rooting for. The Kings were fucking playing like shit. Nothing was going good for me until I gave my life over and I accepted the word.

The word, the word of the nicks, the word, the, the, the word of the fucking until I drank the fucking.

I'm going to crash mother fucker. I'm going to go go go go go go. You know that's fucking. I'm shotgun and cans of cool.

I'm not asking what's in it. Now that I have given myself over to the nicks fully and unabashedly, I'm a happier man. Okay. I'm glowing.

I got my split ends cut. I got a free haircut. Everything's been going good for me. All right. I'm down. My way ins have gone in a week. I've lost a couple more pounds. I'm getting closer to my weight. I'm healthier. I'm feeling better.

You're going through a random transformation. I'm sleeping better. Everything. I was I was having trouble last last week. I was fucking having headaches because I was fighting it. And now I've given myself over to the nicks and everything is better for me. Okay.

And last night, what a fucking thriller. I'm pissed. We talked about going. We had some other commitments that were cutting into the end of the game.

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