Beat that, AWIMB.
Beat that, AWIMB.
I dreamt that Bruce Springsteen was hanging out at my house, and the garden was full of fans mooing, "Brooooooooce", and he was scared to go to the window so I gave him a cuddle.
Woke up with tentative signs of tumescence. The nearest thing I've had to an erection since 1998
Not yet. I'll need to work up to it. Having watched numerous interviews with him, I am prepared for some extremely lengthy rambles around, under and over some indecipherable point, never quite alighting on a comprehensible reason for starting the sentence.
The reviews are good, mind.
"Plenty of strikers can score goals," he said, gesturing to the famous old stands casting shadows around us.
"But a lot have found it difficult wearing the number 9 shirt for The Arsenal."