I always forget about this thing. Maybe it's because Shawn says enough for both of us.

One more game in the pressbox with Marty and I swear to god I will snap. Have filched the neighbor's Prozac. Maybe it will do him some good.

One more spitting joke out of you guys, and I swear there will be pain. Lots of pain.

Happy birthday, Shawn.

I'm still not sure how we're going to top last year's party. Maybe we could enlist the kid to sacrifice somebody in one of his crazy Czech rituals. MacT? You up for helping the greater good of the team ( Read more... )

I might not agree with him at times or even LIKE him at others, but MacT is my coach and like it or not he's damn good at his job.

If you're going to insult someone, at least TRY and be intelligent about it. Know who the hell you're talking to. And get over yourselves. Really.

Anyone who thinks Shawn Horcoff cannot dance is on something. And yes, that is all.

A real update? Let's try this.

Recently married or not, have incredible urge to wrap my hands around that fucker's neck and just squeeze. Not to mention that bitch back in BC ( Read more... )

Update.

[Eric's handler is being sent on a top-secret mission for the CIA and will be unavailable until next Tuesday or so.

That is all. Thank you.]

You always pick the brightest times, don't you?