David Ross’ new dog is already rolling in its’ grave.

Upon further reference. Do it. It’s pretty awesome.

My roomate wants another roomate. Neither will have a joyous pleasure in bed with me. Don’t get married.

Jesus, this is really good. +1

This is autorec material +1.

2 minutes for roofing.

Entire Sithole region is stacked, whoever comes out of it is going to be a Dick, a Dr. or simply in Heavenly Joy.

This is correct. Although you left out the part where he stepped out between puffs just to mutter “horseshit” to anybody willing to listen.

Stop Knackin her. Though agreed, it could have been a bit Jagd.

Dick Button is not impressed, either.

Maybe it happened at “take off”. Hoser.

Take off, you hoser.

Take off you bunch of hosers.

I’d be lying if I didn’t lose a tremendous amount of sleep staring at highlights and listening to this song in my head. I must apologize.

Holy hell I haven’t heard that song in forever. Powered through quite a few 5am hockey practices to that pup.

Excellent song. For some reason it inspired this one. Likely FIFA 2002 related

Taking hockey too seriously is not possible. Taking it not seriously enough is a crime. But fuck that arena, could not believe how many Terrible Towels I saw last time I was there.

And his backup, At Least We’re Not the Mets, has gone down as well.