B-more Mag

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]

Fucker has absolutely no idea about Chapstick.

Should probably donate these to their forum.

Lush Scorey. Lush & Scorey -- good name for a high-end home goods store. Or a strip club. Something.

I'd say we're more mediocre or middling than average.

Fuck off.

Thank God it's two weeks until we have to see any more of this fetid shit.

I've got to think Perez's performance is hindered by all the hair gel.

They guys n blue are the other team, guiz.

Stupid-ass friends trying to sneak a basketball team in there.

We've got to have more goals from corners this season than under Pardew's entire tenure.

Uh oh. I strongly suggest you NOT go in the Rafa thread.

Weather! I'm not saying he should be given it, but howay. Whitened teeth, a cotton shirt, linen shorts and flip flops, strutting along the Santa Monica pier - he'd fucking love it. Dyed-in-the-wool Yankees fan too, so that'd have to be a huge draw.