TheAngryT has a posting entitled “10 Missed Dunks that Will Make you Feel Better About Yourself“, which proves that dunks are never a sure thing, even when being executed by professional athletes with 42-inch verticals and hands large enough to envelop Jay Leno’s chin or Pauly Shore’s incompetence.
The best one is of a random guy in a European dunk contest who tries to dunk over his stationary female assistant and ends up embedding his nutsack into her forehead.
When will those silly Europeans learn? Stick to things you’re good at, like making pastries and wearing tight sparkly shirts. In return, we Americans will stick to our fortés, which are basically being fat, depleting the earth’s natural resources, and complaining about Europeans.
I actually made it to Europe for the first time last month. My first stop was Amsterdam, and any city that has legal gambling, hookers, and marijuana is all right with me. I have to say it was weird being around a bunch of thin, well-dressed people, because I live in the southeastern US where hotels leave fried chicken and pecan pie on your pillow instead of a mint.
Aren’t hotels great? You can pee in the shower and poop in the sink and a maid will come along and clean it up for you. It’s what I imagine Kelly Ripa’s life to be like. I don’t know why, but she just strikes me as someone who likes to dump in the sink.
^ Shits in inappropriate locations.
In conclusion, here is a video of the sweetest dunk of all time, performed by 7′2″That’s equivalent to 4.38 volts, for you metric-loving Europeans Vince Carter in the 2000 Olympics.
