Just ewwww.

Simmer is unbearably annoying when the PP works out. Buddy... it still sucks, you just had a lucky night ( Read more... )

You like this icon? Because if you accumulate five points in the next five games, I will use this icon. If not... back to the scary mascot-attacking ones.


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Mind if I remind you all a little bit about... hockey ( Read more... )

Traded to Florida? For what? An orange grove? God no we didn't trade our captain, one of our top d-men without any warning whatsoever. What kind of retarded monkeys do they have running these sports TV stations?

So Kevin calls me up a solid five minutes after I fall asleep to ask me if I have any idea where our two goony blueliners might be at. ( Read more... )

One hour until game time. We will tie. I am awesome. Now to go finish warming up my yelling voice.

Poor Paul Mo. He just wasn't awesome enough. Me, I got no worries in that department.

So I tracked down a project for Stoller... ( A recipe for Jarret )

Buncha pussies did nothing but bitch and moan about the 6am wakeup call to go golfing. But once we hit the course, everyone had fun ( Read more... )

Prediction time.

Almost time to go LOSE another game. Lose, Lose, LOSE. We're going to get raped by the stellar Phoenix offence tonight. Look out Tommy, you're going to get lit up. We're going to lose!

Just a little longer until we take the ice to lose. San Jose is going to make us look like figure skaters. We are going to lose so badly, we'll all cry like little babies for the next week. Oh, better get going... to LOSE.