Happy Wednesday, Spursland! This is the end, my combative commentating friends, the end. These are the last few days of our not-as-bad-as-we-feel-like-it-was season. We have consulted with the Meister of the Citadel and have declared this long summer to have begun.
And now the "news"
Why? Go ahead and try to give me a real explanation for why anyone should be sorry and not sound like you are scared the mean police are going to put you in a time out.
Because who else could be any god in that position? I mean besides me. I don't have English connections, but maybe me being eligible for an Irish passport stemming from people that left Ireland when it was still part of the UK can get me in. I am a defensive rock and you guys need me. I am also shaped like a rock -- a round one.
Just in time for Rooney to get old, United get a new teenage superstar.
After he was finally apprehended, he actually requested to be tasered. When the cops lit him up he sneezed then politely thanked the officers.
I am a firm believer that there is no age where it's uncool to get shitfaced every now and again, but there is an age where pouring booze on yourself is not okay, and that's 17. It's even worse when the liquid is poured slowly, deliberately and seemingly without any feeling or passion. Steven Francis might be the new Denis Rodman, just slightly introverted.
And the revenge of the nerds is complete. Right tri lams?(This was supposed to be a video of awesome lines from Revenge of the Nerds, but it turns out that movie sucks so instead you get the best line of Frank Drebin. You're welcome)