Every Time A Big Four Club Drops Points...
... an angel gets his wings.

Come on Man Utd, lose one for Clarence.
Knowledge, if it does not determine action, is dead to us.
... an angel gets his wings.

Come on Man Utd, lose one for Clarence.
Posted by Keven at 5:52 PM 1 comments
I didn't sign up for a Premiership Fantasy Football team this year. It's kind of pointless if you don't actually get to see any of the games. You're constantly one step behind everyone else because you have to base everything on reports and statistics.
I did just complete the draft for my NFL team with those on the bench for my first game in parentheses.
Posted by Keven at 9:21 PM 6 comments
Juliette went with just Blue today, Ilsa with Catherine the flying cat, and Babe the pig. So that's two movies and a TV show.
Posted by Keven at 9:19 PM 0 comments
Last night Ilsa had Claremont again and Green Bunny (who is not actually a bunny but an alien with long ears). Juliette went with a sports theme, Danny the Miami Dolphin and Hammy the West Ham bear.
Tonight Danny had moved over to Ilsa's bed as Juliette had gone back to the chosen children Melman and Blue. Big Bear rounded out the pair in Ilsa's bed.
Posted by Keven at 7:45 PM 4 comments
Ilsa slept with Claremont and Reyes the bears, Juliette slept with Blue, but without a pacifier.
Posted by Keven at 3:47 PM 0 comments
I was hoping that Luke Donald would win the US PGA. Now I'm just supporting anyone but Tiger Woods. I hate seeing him win. In much the same way I hate the fact that I can tell you who's going to win the Premier League (Chelsea) and who's going to be the other teams in the top four (Manchester United, Liverpool, Arsenal).
As we all know what the result is going to be before it starts, what's the point of watching?
May as well switch to the WWE.
Posted by Keven at 3:40 PM 3 comments