Where to begin, eh?
Well, you know me: a traditionalist to the core. So let me start this week’s chin-wag by preemptively calling you a feeble-minded, toffee-nosed toss-pot.
Charming. However, one thing I do appreciate about our friendship is that, unlike the president and his secretary of state, at least we insult one another to our faces. But moving on, you must be filled with joy over Pitino’s downfall, yes?Read More ›