It's both baseball week and squirrel week at G:TB (though, in truth, isn't every week squirrel week here). Naturally, we're short on both of those things. But we've got this:
Revel in the pure cheddar, the acid-washed, blown-dry, pegged brilliance of this photo, and ponder the fact that these clowns almost beat Brazil in the second round. Tab Ramos' nugget is probably still sore from Leonardo's Mutombo-like elbow.
Thursday, April 12, 2012
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I see lots of guys wearing those pants in my neighborhood. Typically with white leather New Balance crosstrainers.
Format the damn picture.
That pictures looks like the one hanging in our local deli/pizza joint.
Lalas looks like a porn extra. Meola definitely needed to hit the gym. Friedel was the only one with some fashion sense by breaking out the khaki shorts.
can't, teej. heading into a day chock full o' meetings. feel free to format to your heart's content.
The littlest things anger TJ so much. And thus bring me great joy.
And good God, that picture is awful.
those jeans are so 1991.
It looks like an Andre Agassi fanboy convention befriended Color Me Badd.
I look at that picture and all I can hear in my head is "Normally I wear protection, but then I thought, "When am I gonna make it back to Haiti?""
Perfect that the littlest thing angering Teej is Rob.
add a nice italian cheese to my list of free stuff i've received from twitter. thinking about quitting my job to twit-scavenge full time.
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