For the record. I may have ruined my life, but they enabled me to do it.

I always figure people's friends are their own fucking business, and as long as they don't force me to hang out with them I really don't care. Wouldn't want anyone telling me, right?

But Joff, I'm saying it straight up - if you party with them, I'll fucking kill you.

California used to be a decent place to spend an off-season, but man. It's really gone downhill lately. Seems they'll let anyone in here these days ( Read more... )

Free at last, free at last! Thank God Almighty, I'm free at last!

Hey. No disrespect with that.

Ugh, haven't done this in a while. Probably because I don't do a whole fucking lot these days ( Read more... )

SERIOUSLY, WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON? Do we have targets on our fucking heads this year or WHAT?

FUCKING RIDICULOUS.

Fuck you, Kronwall, you dirty asshole. Who leaves their feet with a fucking cage on. Bullshit!

Because at times like these, what are teammates for if not laughing at them?

Seriously. The look on his face kills me every time.

This blows.

Things had been going really fucking good lately, too.

And that'd be two goals in two games.

(Thanks Hemmer, again.)

Tell me California isn't any fucking good for me.

And you can't say another fucking word about booty calls now.

Matt Greene, SUPERSTAR! Holy fuck, man, where'd that come from?