I remember sitting in a hotel, on the road for the Springfield Indians, watching Samurai Pizza Cats and dreaming one day all that stood between me and a glorious run for the Lord Stanley's cup was murdering some fucking cats. And now we get to do it. Twice. We're gonna go Gummo on those Florida boys and show the greatest hometown what stuff we're made of, and come playoff time, how we're gonna steamroll. I'm not gonna help you fantasy fucks, maybe Greens in, maybe Semins out, maybe Poti my new DD coach. (designated driver, for when we get drunk tonihgggtttttttttt! Pete DeBooer brought up a new shipment of coconuts for rum drink...in exchange for me to sit Matty P buahahahah! Who does his scouting reports? Oh, a Caps spy? WHAT!) Point is we've got two games against a team thats lost their last 8, and not that we can't sympathize, but its time to put our bootstrap down and choke the life out of these cats, a necessary sacrifice to embarrass the Flyers, who just loved holding that 1 spot. FUCKERS! Don't worry about the lines, Backy will be where he belongs, with lazer hot doubleknuble I'm just trying to confuse the other teams for playoffs...I hope they dont read this blog. I'm expecting a big game from Fehr tonight, mainly because of how hot his wife is. And a big one from Chim because he decided to grow a pair of balls as of late and do some fighting, so the extra testosterone should add some gorilla-esque strength to his cheetah speed. Does anyone know what the deal is with jell-o and the whole ready, set, giggle campaign? They should have come to Bruce, I fuckin' love pudding snack packs, how about Ready, Set, BRUCEY! Dont show up late, we're doing this one without overtime.BRUCE TOOTS!
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