B-more Mag

He used to call us on our cell phones. But ever since we left the PL, he started wearing less and goin' out more. Glasses of champagne out on the dance floor. Hangin' with some clubs we've never seen before. Next season's gonna suck.

I suspect it'll be down to us having fewer points than at least 17 other clubs at the end of the season.

Seemed like a really short match.

[emoji38]Pardew is the living embodiment of Al Bundy, man, living his life on the back of a long gone moment of glory, with nothing else to show for it.

His arteries can't be in great shape.

The fantasy is Benitez staying and hounding out Charnley or at least neutralizing him and making him irrelevant. The reality will be Benitez gone and incompetence forever and ever, amen.

I swear, man. So so so so shit.

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Phew.

If movies have taught me anything, and I think they have, there's a chance we can stay up if we can find a football playing dog.

What is this round thing at my feet? All of them.

Fucking according to the script.

And there goes the hope.

Mitro soft smash.

The daughter is pretty hot. Do they ever talk about...you know. I mean, he's...totally... They know, right? I think it's an open secret. The son, too.

The daughter is pretty hot.

Entire team can't even muster up a single, solitary fuck to give.

Not much you can do but laugh, at this point.

Shock.

Jellyfish. No fucking spine.

Pathetic.

Jeebus.

Just think, twelve hours ago we didn't even know we'd have this debate to resolve. Now we get to do it under the intense pressure of a relegation battle. What a gift!

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