Thanks to Biff's excellent independent searching abilities, I only need to sell 198 more t-shirts to survive.
We start the day with
@DancingPanther on the clock,
@CanadianFlyer88 on deck, free-spending slab
@Beef Invictus on the lido deck, and the similarly generous and well-dressed Rebels57 on the lido afterdeck.
I figured something out this morning. Despite the hollow eyes and the skeletal, sallow, emaciated body, Tom Brady is the biggest baby alive. We've all seen Tawm bitch and moan and cry about every call that doesn't go his way, and while that is obviously super childish, that's not what I'm talking about. Every football player who has ever lived has had to come to grips with the end of their playing career. Some have had to deal with injury or suffered tragedy, but most have had to recognize when their bodies can't take it or perform anymore and call it quits. They then suffer emotionally in the absence of the game that has been their whole life.
Tommy refuses to face this decision and pull the trigger, because he is a huge bitch. Sure, he can still play to a high level, blah blah blah, but the motherf***er has a whole "health and wellness" scam going, so he should be aware of how bad it is for him in the long term, both physically and mentally, to keep putting himself out there to be hit (though he rarely is, thanks to all the money he has spent on officials, the c***). He even sacrificed a supermodel (though I don't think she's actually that hot) to keep from facing retirement.
He's just a child and a bitch, and I am sick of the sight and sound of him. Retire already, you Benjamin Button bitch.