You bet, little buddy.

No probs, little buddy.

A term of endearment, little buddy - not to be taken literally.

No, they don’t. They have Sabres fans who drive across the border to see an NHL game while taking advantage of the exchange rates ...

Was a trick question - the Leafs have no fans.

Yes, they are. They're essentially Leafs fans, but with most of their teeth.

Bills fans do it better.

Hey - you peddle this kind of pop culture crap, you wake up with fleas. Or something.

*smiling and nodding, smiling and nodding*

In all fairness, calling your comments an attempt at “dumbing down” is redundant - they’re packed full of dumby goodness, straight out of the box.

An extra-large, double cream is da BOMB.

Sign me up.

If the Oilers win the draft lottery again this summer, I swear I will never, NEVER drink Tim Horton's coffee again.

There’s my little buddy!

Why this sudden rash of incidents involving people holding pizzas sideways?

He should send fruit basket to Divac ...

Fun?

I hate to tell you this, as I know you lovingly craft each and every chapter of the novella you’re writing. But I didn’t read this. As I said before, I got burned reading one of you earlier word-walls - that tortured bit of mess you tried with the schedules.

In all fairness, you're using the term "read" loosely. Being familiar with your work, I opted to merely look at it, while smiling and nodding ...

I think you’re getting the hang of this commenting thing now, bub. This last post has a clearly defined start, middle and distinct ending. It’s linear, front to back. Unfortunately it has no factual heft, like the rest of your screeds, so there isn’t a compelling reason to read it. But it is concise.