B-more Mag

Bring out the gimp.

2018 has been a win so far.

We've got the lack quality in spades.

Noice.

Let's talk about sex.

The man's a miracle of modern bullshit.

The irony of somebody using Twitter not grasping that business can be done remotely. He's gone on holiday eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

How long do people think a deal like this should take to negotiate and close? I mean as a fan it's frustrating, but objectively it doesn't seem to be moving unreasonably slowly.

Players are so off-brand they should be wearing Tuna kits.

"Yo, yo, yo, Rafa B., check it, 4-4-2 is a joke in yo' town" "The entertainers, life sava, the entertainers, life sava" That took guts, B. I won't lie, I hesitated when I felt the "I'm B-more Mag and I'm here to say . . ." vibe coming through.

"Yo, yo, yo, Rafa B., check it, 4-4-2 is a joke in yo' town" "The entertainers, life sava, the entertainers, life sava"

Also, he looks like a thumb, so fuck him.

Died from anorexia-related complications at age 32.

Being professional again and getting some dignity back.

Trying to fight off the hopes.

Savvy move by Staveley. Can't discount the chance Ashley gets drunk enough to do a sexual harassment leading to his ultimate downfall.

Next gig he's going to show up at the presser in a Burger King crown referring to himself as the royal we.

Douchebag rocking the Rick Perry's. He's the kind of cunt who would wear 'em though.

Those are fucking lensless glasses aren't they.

"Hey there mates, Sorry the results aren't so swell right now, but everything's going great at the training ground. We'll turn this around---promise. Your friend, Fab p.s. Carver rocks!"

I always like to post this during Fat Sam's New Gig season:

Imagine being the type of person who causes that.

I imagine that's probably the mood. [emoji38]