Ugh. I hate those ankle boots. The lass on seated on the sofa arm has the right look.

“Gallic Frivolity!”

Oh, Arsene!

Even with Wayfair’s Xmas Holiday Codes!

INSPECTOR CLOUSEAU, HERE!?

it’s the same gal that let loose on the French national team coach on twitter, thereby ensuring that Mr. Nasri would never get a place on the squad again, if his ever-decreasing talent wasn’t enough to seal that deal.

“...busy with Sevilla FC”???

loose lips sink ships. in fluid.

an ouroboros of critique!

Nah, Tomlin just shut it the fuck down with that response.

“mid 90's were way more physical because the majority of players were not tremendously talented.”

The fudgeyousay. Overexpansion and the lack of a pre-NBA 4 year development program called college has absolutely diluted the NBA product. Not to mention overzealous rulebook crackdowns that would ensure the Bad Boys or…

mr mean! back when the warriors weren’t soulless bros.

Divorced from reality as in heads completely stuck up their own asses.

*chugs out, sputters, restarts, engine rejiggers out of the driveway in a bitchin’ Fiero*

The flipside is Oscar will toil in anonymity for the duration of his stay there.

Unless the Chinese leagues buy either Messi and/or Ronaldo in their PRIME (like, right now), this doesn’t matter.

No one’s bothering to watch a league with a ton of low-level local plodders and a few b-list overbuys like older Tevez and…

*makes tracks to Applebee’s to scope some hot fillies*

Everything to despise about nu-SF in one convenient storefront.

Plumbers? Multiple sinks? Wife?

I didn’t think you could get more white trash than a hostess at Golden Corral until I realized her name was HEAVEN backwards.