B-more Mag

That spidermunk is faster than Ben Arfa. This is exactly what's wrong with the Ashley regime -- no offers in.

Cute! I'm getting one.

Sloth ... one of the seven deadly sins.

It'd be awesome is there was a match coming up to take our minds off this. Oh, wait ...

Brief psychological work up based on events to date: Dassier: pathological liar, schizophrenia Ben Arfa: only child syndrome, possible ADHD Ashley: social anxiety disorder

What compels me to continue checking this thread? It's simply not healthy.

Hmm. Hughton skipping stones in a pond while there's work to be done.

As it turns out, the top bar is longer than the bottom bar. It looks like this one will win.

He's no Vincent Chase.

The top bar is still very much a bar. We've made no investigation to determine if it is longer than the bottom bar.

I need to change my vote about which bar is longer, but I don't see a change vote button. Help!

I fear this will end in tears.

Multiple personality disorder,tbf.

He'd make for a diabolical DM.

Nice if one of them actually tried to win it here.

Nice, nice save. Bad, bad miss.

The same reason why your wife will never be that porn star/supermodel I don't see how grizzly automobile accidents fit in.

Why do finals of everything always seem to suck?

Swear dude keeps saying "Mike Tyson." Trying to figure how he fits into this. I'm sure it's perfectly logical.

And I passed up a crab feast on the Chesapeake Bay for this. Bad decisions: Good decisions: 12775 2.4

Swear dude just said Sabado Gigante. Univision cross-marketing.

Nah, he always says that shit. You'll know when it's a gol. He goes ape. I just keep patting myself on the back when I understand an odd word here and there. Tarjeta and amarrllla, so far.

Webb the biggest guy on the pitch?

Premature Goooooooooooooooooal! from Univision. Or something like that. Maybe OOOOOOOOOOh!

I do believe B-more Mag is due to start one, just so Gazza will bring him some chicken. Would be less troublesome than getting in my car and driving five minutes to be abused by semi-literate staff. We ain't got hot wings, my ass.