It's days like this I wish I worked in a nice, big corporate office. Those kinds of places usually have quality color laser printers, which would come in handy for making a flipbook of Abi Clancy frolicking on the beach with her friends. That flipbook alone would give me a better sex life than probably half the girls I've dated. By which I mean one girl.
Why this chick is with a gawky mediocre soccer player like Peter Crouch remains a mystery. Maybe she doesn't realize that she can have any sports blogger she wants. Except me. I don't date chicks with fat ankles.