Happy Wednesday, Spursland! I was totally ready to go with no gimmick today. I was prepared to let you dwell in the mundanity and utter lack of creativity, just like the AVB years. Then I thought "what would theroosevelts do?" to which the answer was "misspell many things and talk about wrestling".
So I've settled on middle ground. We should all divulge what the last thing we watched before posting is. Not the "cool" thing we want people to know about, but the actual thing we were watching.
Since the woman I'm dating gave me her Netflix password (it's serious) we've been watching Friday Night Lights together; but the show I watch every night to put myself to bed, however, is nothing other than 30 Rock. Last night I fell asleep to "Corporate Crush" from season one. Doesn't matter that I've seen each episode dozens of times--they are oddly reassuring.
Just like the rumors the rags recycle during silly season.
And now for the "news":
I think I'd like it if Harry was more like Scarface staring out at the blimp in a cocaine haze than the general everyman he seems to be. What is wrong with me?
This guy who plays for les Dogues and I've only just heard of on account I don't watch French football anymore is apparently worth 30M euros, or two Shaquiris for those of you who prefer dealing in smaller quantities.
According to their code, shouldn't they have been gnashing teeth that we played them off the pitch in the second half and the only reason they won is their a** pimple of a footballer, Flamini, managed to do two non-antifootball actions in one game? They make me want to vomit.
I regret nothing...