Is going to echo in the halls of Praetoria.

Before we get to the business at hand, I’ll tell you about yesterday. We went to Crystal Bridges (the new swanky art museum in Bentonville). Because we were entering onto her turf, Crackoline Clifton Monte Carlo escorted us around. It was good to see ol’ C-dub. If you saw my Daily Photo from yesterday, then you should know the truth. Clifton took that photo of me first. I loved it so much that I made her let me take one exactly like the one she took. Here is the original:

Warhol.

It is actually better than the one I took. Sigh.

The Norman Rockwell exhibit, sort of the whole reason we went to Crystal Bridges, was booked up for the day and we didn’t get to see it. So, that was kind of a bust. Nonetheless, we persevered and had a good time.

I’ll eventually get around to adding all of the new photos I’ve taken over the past few weeks. But probably not today. Today, I have bigger (number one ranked) fish to fry. Possibly with chips.

That’s right, it is the last game of football season.

I have no doubt that the over-powered Man U is going to hand the scatter-brained WBA their asses on a platter, but I can only hope that we fight the good fight and actually play soccer this time. That last match was just depressing. That is why, in order to raise our spirits and get us all in the mood to red card the shit out of those rich nancies, I will now turn the mic over to Boing Boing Bob. Bob, if you will, please.

Stand up! If you love West Brom. Sing out! If you love West Brom. Go West Bromwich Albion. Boing! Boing!

Now, if you don’t mind, I’ve got to go get dressed and ready for this thing. I hope you all have a wonderful Sunday and that everyone except Furious Jessy wins their football game today. More soon. ~SC