You, with your words like knives And swords and weapons that you use against me You have knocked me off my feet again Got me feeling like a nothing You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard Calling me out when I'm wounded You, picking on the weaker man
actually listen to that and Red on a daily basis
Loving him is like driving a new Maserati down a dead-end street
its unreal the those feels she gives you in the pit of your stomach
Article on the effects on football if we leave the EU
Starts off a bit sensationalist, but ends up with a pretty good look at the options that could happen if we leave.
Ends with the normal ending that all EU articles have which is that really.. leaving is such an unkown that we just cant be sure what would happen to football if we left.
Logic would say Lesnar, as he would go straight for the grapple and it would all be over, but then Mike has that elusive aggression to slip him and throw an uppercut with the intentions of the devil and the precision of a brain surgeon, knocking him out before he even stood a chance.
Logic would say Lesnar, as he would go straight for the grapple and it would all be over, but then Mike has that elusive aggression to slip him and throw an uppercut with the intentions of the devil and the precision of a brain surgeon, knocking him out before he even stood a chance.