A jeansed mensch comes to the door, knocks once then opens it, sneers his chaw to a windowside spittoon.

Just past the hour Agbonlahor set up the second, crossing for Bent to net.

Mr. Thompson reportedly booted executives off a cross-continental Citigroup flight to be alone with the impeccably brunette anchoress.

Be shepherds of the church of God, which he bought with his own blood.