Serious question about the lady who gave up counting orgasms in the twenties...

I haven’t broken quarantine, but the missus has been really into me this last two months. It has been the most glorious run of my adult life (married or single). Maybe she’s bored? I’m not over analysing or looking for an explanation.

I played in a friendly league a few years back, and in an effort to cut down on injuries we went to a virtual puck (kind of like role-playing with skates).

H’uh...that’s a totally plausible scenario as well.

I hate to be pedantic, but I feel my pedantentry is needed here.

I need closure on the relationship with your “friend.”

Basically this comes down to; “collusion is good for everyone.”

When I was a kid 7up started a promotion with three hockey players: the greatest player alive, the back-up goalie on the best team if the era and the brother of a world-famous curler. Kind of a weird combination.

My father was 40 before he got married, so he was older than most of my friend’s dads. He worked a full-time job, plus had a hobby farm on the side...so even though he was a loving father, we didn’t play catch or any of that athletic stuff together.

Youth has the mental flexibility to reason their way through situations they’ve never faced.

The shoulder injury in San Diego, and now this.

It’s kinda cool that “almost” everyone now recognizes that this is a shitty play.

For what its worth, 2 kids is not really “ controlling your reproduction.”

#leavenopapertrail

If the franchise tag is tied to position, maybe rookie contract length should be too.

I got an empty ad space.

I agree.

Shortening seasoning A.

+1 sabre rattling 

I don’t follow NASCAR anymore, and don’t know who Stewie is.