The 70s were a time of a lot of fabric. They had a lot of extra fabric, how do you think bell bottoms became a thing?

Sorry for my dumbassery, here

Here she is (terrible video) singing a Duke Ellington medley with Peggy Lee, Roberta Flack, and Sarah Vaughan. I’ll let you figure out which one is Aretha Franklin.

Silly wannabe Pilgrim, Plymouth is home to more than cheap gin used to get easy Portsmouth brutes into the sack, it’s also home to Plymouth Argyle, Theater of the Greens, true football at its best.

Fly, Eagles, fly.

I can’t pinpoint when it happened, but the fucking bass-thumping-rap-music-car stereo was the first sign followed by the group of 20-something loudly taking flaming shots from the bar to the terrible fucking dance music. Then it was terrible concerts and music festivals and then it was the mindless social drama and…

Sweet mother of childish ranting, go get fucking juice box and some crackers. After that you can nap you sniveling little twit. Jose will not re-tweet your tweets either, so stop begging.

Yes we are pointing and laughing at you because that was a deeply stupid comment. Pointing and laughing.

Joe Kapp, who had the accuracy and arm strength of a dead man, took them to a Super Bowl.

Two of those dudes in front are either in prison, became cops, or are now campaign managers for State Republican officials.

Southampton is the team you want. Great ownership, great coach and they are proving to be a training ground for the the monsters of the league while still winning games. By far they are worlds more interesting than the tired-ass London or Merseyside clubs.

BBC Sport wrote an article about a Football Manager legend who just retired from his actual playing career.

I don’t know, the stiff-armed Duncan dunk and the ball hug were pretty tight.

Someone rang?

85 million pounds is not a massive gap in spending? Really?

And here I sit without the benefit of repeteaed head blows to use as an excuse.

Hell, son, I’m already wasting you young’ins with Slick Rick, Grandmaster Flash, Eric B and Rakim and De La Soul.

And if we’re talking NFL the Raiders win that shit by a mile.

There is nothing to explain, he’s a former football player who took so many hits to the head while trying to be a real football player after he punted the ball that he is permanently damaged.

The man gave away nearly every dime he earned to support communities in the Sudan. He also ran a basketball camp, a camp that produced Luol Deng. He was a damn fine human being.