"The face of the operation is Briatore (referred to exclusively in the film by his colleagues and angry, chanting detractors as "Flavio"), an anthropomorphic radish who spends most of his time at QPR plotting to fire all of the managers."
I tought nobody could touch him? I miss the baggy pants. Its a sad day when you wake up and realize those pants aren't cool anymore.
Also whats up with all of the hipster pages on facebook. I can't even interact with people I know anymore without seeing some stupid picture pop up all over my newsfeed.
Also I want to have a late breakfast but I'm not sure if I should have bourbon, beer or just get an 8 ball of blow and some hookers. HELP ME MGOBLOG.
(If you can't tell I'm bored as fuck, I'm looking for you to help me kill time. I accept all of your negs with love)