Something tells me she’s been riding for free on the Charlie Kirk express for so long that she knows nothing of real ambition and responsibility.

He knows damn well he’s not getting the genuine article, and I’m sure as the night weighed on the worthlessness of that booby prize started to set in and the burning desire for another trinket replaced that momentary peace in his retched soul. He’ll never be happy.

If he does well it won’t matter what we call him.

With a bit of luck they’ll keep listening to their fans as they don’t know shit about running a football club either.

No. Elon is not funny and these are dripping with hilarity.

I imagine at this point Butland’s probably begging them to drop it.

Downward is still a direction at the end of the day.

And then steal it from the Louvre.

Seek help.

He tried nothing and he’s all out of ideas.

Probably didn’t want to be the Celtic manager that lost the league to Hearts (or heaven forbid a resurgent Orcs FC).

Each month would then have to consist of 36 1/2 days. Wait, that already feels true.

Feels like that was the plan all along. Give Donny a shiny new object to obsess over and keep distracting him from his assignment, destroying the west for the Russkies.