
Sorry, Brucey got carried away. Point is we're gonna be alright, everyone is fired up for tonight. Vokoun gets his first start in a red sweater, we'll see if he's worth his salt (the only way of which to measure is if he fights then concusses rolo tony brown eye) Mojo is back in, he'll have to play hard to keep his seat, and I'm so proud of my third line boys. Like I said, we have some things to work out, but if we dont win tonight its suicides all next week at practice. (if that doesn't motivate my boys I dont know what will...other than a pizza steak sub from jerrys)
More analysis upon the next time we play these fucks. For now, courage. FUCKING COURAGE.
TLIGNIG 4 HOCKEY GAME. THEY LEAVE HAS NO BUTTS THEY LEAVE !! GOLLLLL DJ!!
(bruce note: i left my computer open and dj was sitting here for 4 hours, I guess he wanted to add some thoughts)
MORE BRUCE TOOTS
was gonna make a wiccan joke here, but witch one.
was gonna make an alzheimer joke here, but forgot it.
was gonna make a doctor joke here, but that'd be sick.
was gonna make a sheep joke here, but ewe wouldnt get it.
was gonna make a pig joke here, but to be honest, its a boar.
was gonna make a Jets suck joke here, but that wouldn't be Fehr.
was gonna make a coins joke here, but it wouldn't make any sense.
was gonna make a netflix joke here, but couldn't get one qwiq enough.
was gonna make a yellow journalism joke here, but i'd just muck it up.
was gonna make a paying Vokoun joke here, but he wouldn't accept a check.
was gonna make a Anaheim joke here, but that would be fowl. (and we're not playing the ducks)
was gonna make an asian joke here, but Goddam, I love working in chinatown. No really, I eat it chinese food 34 times a day.
fuck off, im not here to entertain you
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