Happy Friday, Spursland! And boy what a difference a week makes. Seven days ago we were licking our wounds after a dour performance in Brussels, worried about Harry Kane's scoring boots, and overthinking our Halloween costumes.
This week we just have to drink our faces off at Halloween parties, take the kids trick or treating, and wait for Monday night football. Things are pretty, pretty good.
So in honor of how our last week has gone, and F*** it Friday, I am admitting I like a cheesy Rihanna song, and that I am sad to see Honest Tim go. So much good material is walking out the door with him--it really is a shame. I want him to...well, you'll get the picture.
And now for the "news":
What a gutty thing to say, Michael, after countless eye catching performances from Alli. Don't mind me and brett rainbow in the corner being Dele Alli hipsters; we're not jaded or anything. I'll include this just include you all think I'm being a hindsight hipster.
This is like a hipster stance and a hot take had a baby and then published it on a site with a very bad name. I mean, I love Nabil as much as anyone, but this is Gary Busey level nuts to say right now.
My internet is being weird so it wouldn't open, but I assume it's adorable, like two lion cubs wrestling while their mother looks on lovingly.
If I ever visit Turkey, I'm going to piss off the bartender to see if they lock me in the bar all night. I figure it's 50/50 that or a knife to the ribs.