So, the Utah Jazz’s bear mascot — appropriately named, um, “Jazz Bear” — needs to make some fuckin’ money, and fuckin’ fast. He decides on keeping a swear jar around potty mouth Coach Sloan, which is wise, but if he really wants to trade in that piece of shit Honda Accord for a fucking Bugatti Veyron, he’ll put one in The Basketball Jones office. Shit. Cock. Fuck. Tits. Ass. Dolphin. (Cheers, Tikisam)