I like to read blogs of blowhards and windbags who think they know something about football, and yet don't get paid to coach, manage, or own a team - they just talk sh!t on the internet.

That's what I like to do.



It's super cool that we not only have Hamster fagging out the place again, but now he has Nickster filling in for him when he finally shuts the fu.ck up for a while.
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She was standin' alone over by the juke box, like she'd something to sell.
I said "baby, what's the goin' price?" She told me to go to hell.

Bon Scott - Shot Down in Flames