What are you actually doing, Michael? Why on earth would you pose with a decomposing animal, and then post it on Twitter?
What if Michael Owen is not, in fact, a shit pundit? What if he’s a rampant masochist, and the public are gratifying his insatiable desires?
I have no idea when mom was diagnosed, but it must have been after the driveway and after the buggy in the rain.
Because how else will we commemorate Brian Harvey running himself over with his own car?