The "I'm sorta busy and have a heap of vitrol stored up, but I'd rather be glib since that's better for my blood pressure" edition.
I hear the apostles have a beef with this rival crew led by these dudes called Pilate and Herod. And the dude's got a temper. He smashed up the moneylenders' booths at the temple and shit. Total aggression issues. Except then in interviews he goes on and on about peace and love. I think he smokes a lot of pot.c/o the now defunct FT Boards (RIP).
I've got a secret. In fact several. But, it's more fun for me to be cryptic on here since I may be narcissist but having strangers know all your business is weird. Perhaps I'll send them a postcard.
And the punchline is they couldn't have made this up if they tried.
MUTOMBO: [Sipping a virgin strawberry daiquiri] I like your restaurant, Yao. It's made for 7-footers and guys like Patrick Ewing, who is really 6'9". [Ewing has always been listed as 7 feet.]EWING: Hey, I may be 6'9", but I'm a bad 6'9". And what about you? When I first met you, you told me you were from Zaire.
MUTOMBO: No, Congo. [Zaire was renamed the Democratic Republic of Congo in 1997.]
EWING: How many languages do you speak, seven?
MUTOMBO: I speak Ebonics now, so eight. Yao, do you speak Ebonics? [Yao shrugs.]