Attention: I've decided we need to win a Stanley Cup. Or five. 'Cause I wanna have big deal reunion events like this in 20 years. If only so I can laugh at Gator trying to skate when he's ugly AND old AND fat.
When I'm ugly and old and fat? Meaning I'm not all that stuff now? Thanks Steve. You're going to love your Christmas present. As soon as I can get a ribbon around the goddamn thing's neck...
You are, as is well established, ugly, but I won't call you fat or old just yet. Although you're working on the old part.
You're not giving me your cat, are you? 'Cause I don't think your girls would go for that. Besides, I'm not scared of cats. What kind of a wuss would be scared of cats? A freakish one, that's what kind.
I named him Bruiser, just for you. And the girls won't mind one bit with visitation rights.
I'm not afraid of cats. I'm afraid of this cat. It's like all the cuts from hockey, without the fun of getting hit with a puck. My hockey thread to cat thread ratio is about even now, and that's a hell of a lot of stitches.
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You're not giving me your cat, are you? 'Cause I don't think your girls would go for that. Besides, I'm not scared of cats. What kind of a wuss would be scared of cats? A freakish one, that's what kind.
Weirdo.
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I named him Bruiser, just for you. And the girls won't mind one bit with visitation rights.
I'm not afraid of cats. I'm afraid of this cat. It's like all the cuts from hockey, without the fun of getting hit with a puck. My hockey thread to cat thread ratio is about even now, and that's a hell of a lot of stitches.
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