Moose Mason is the Only Devil I know: Dec 23, 2011

When Brucey shows up to games, (or at least watches form under the arena) the boys can feel it in they bones! I mean, come now, I show and we get an OBS a goal each game. Hot cha cha cha cha. fuck. You'd think 100 miles underground I wouldnt be able to smell the stink of south jersey, but that shit permeates anything. Holy fuck, its like a post-apocalyptic walk to newark. On may walking man radio I hear mike green skated with the team, huzzah mikey. They also said Double Nickel is out, huzzah dale! Something something, fuck the devils.

Now onto the important news. We've made it to the rockies. Progress is tough as anyone who is named John Henry will know, plowing through mountains is rough stuff. Even underground, because under mountains is solid gold, thats what keeps them im place, if they didnt have a solid structure they would just cave in when all those fatties skied on em.

Im coming Moose. Make it a merry christmas, that is if evil twins that are spans of satan celebrate christmas. Because it will be your last.

merry holidays and bruce toots to everyone,
Brucey Beens