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GlavaMan
So our day begins at the golf course where I have been battling in the
Lindy Ruff all day. We call it quits and head into the club house for some
Bob Beers and some Kelly Buchburgers. After crushing many drinks we
decided to hit the local night club to check out some Carl Dykhaus and
some Joe Nieuwendykes.
I noticed that I was getting eyeballed by some Neil Sheehy and she had a
bit of a Doug Weight problem. A real Jamie McCOWan. I thought to myself "I
can't stoop this
Patrick Marleau". She wanted to take off, and I wasn't sticking around for
the ugly lights to come on, so i paid the Rick Tabaracci and we hopped in
a Tomas Kaberle.
I took her back to my Phil Housley where things got a little hot and
steamy. She geared down and not to my surprise her Keri Taco was a bit
Joe Reekie and Jason Wooley. I decided she needed a Bill Barber, pulled
out my Donald Brashears and shaved her hair diaper down to the Randy Wood.
She then proceeded to trim my Harry Snepts and the bush around my Pekka
Rautakeileo. I then reacted quickly and popped her Don Cherry but she was
too Ken Dryden, so I flipped her over grabbed my Haken Loob and threw it
in her Curtis Brown with no Tie Domi. After a few pumps she started to
complain that she was to Marty Mcsorley to go on. So I snapped and
quickly showed her to the Daryl Sydor and told her maybe I'll call her
Brendon Morrow. Needless to say she was Grant Fuhrious.
The next morning I had the worst Darren Puppa and I was Valeri Zelepukin
all day. And two weeks later I noticed a Travis Green drip oozing from my
Mike Babcock. So I booked an appointment with Dr. Randy Gregg and got a
Corey Schwab.
But that isn't the end of the story! A month later I woke up and saw Garth
Snow outside. The weather man said it was going to be a 30% chance of a
Theo Fleury.
My car wouldn't start so I had to borrow my roommate's car. It's not as
Chris Osgood as mine and it takes a Robert Luongo time to start, but I was
stuck. When I went in his room to get the keys, there was that same Rick
Brodsky with my roommate! She was sucking on his Mike Pecca while Esa
Tikkinen his temperature with her finger. I said "buddy, don't do it! That
Butch Goring has the fans clapping! I think she picked it up in Paul
Kariya!" But he wouldn't listen to Marty Reasoner. Finally I said "keep up
the Manny Legace", and ran out.
Lindy Ruff all day. We call it quits and head into the club house for some
Bob Beers and some Kelly Buchburgers. After crushing many drinks we
decided to hit the local night club to check out some Carl Dykhaus and
some Joe Nieuwendykes.
I noticed that I was getting eyeballed by some Neil Sheehy and she had a
bit of a Doug Weight problem. A real Jamie McCOWan. I thought to myself "I
can't stoop this
Patrick Marleau". She wanted to take off, and I wasn't sticking around for
the ugly lights to come on, so i paid the Rick Tabaracci and we hopped in
a Tomas Kaberle.
I took her back to my Phil Housley where things got a little hot and
steamy. She geared down and not to my surprise her Keri Taco was a bit
Joe Reekie and Jason Wooley. I decided she needed a Bill Barber, pulled
out my Donald Brashears and shaved her hair diaper down to the Randy Wood.
She then proceeded to trim my Harry Snepts and the bush around my Pekka
Rautakeileo. I then reacted quickly and popped her Don Cherry but she was
too Ken Dryden, so I flipped her over grabbed my Haken Loob and threw it
in her Curtis Brown with no Tie Domi. After a few pumps she started to
complain that she was to Marty Mcsorley to go on. So I snapped and
quickly showed her to the Daryl Sydor and told her maybe I'll call her
Brendon Morrow. Needless to say she was Grant Fuhrious.
The next morning I had the worst Darren Puppa and I was Valeri Zelepukin
all day. And two weeks later I noticed a Travis Green drip oozing from my
Mike Babcock. So I booked an appointment with Dr. Randy Gregg and got a
Corey Schwab.
But that isn't the end of the story! A month later I woke up and saw Garth
Snow outside. The weather man said it was going to be a 30% chance of a
Theo Fleury.
My car wouldn't start so I had to borrow my roommate's car. It's not as
Chris Osgood as mine and it takes a Robert Luongo time to start, but I was
stuck. When I went in his room to get the keys, there was that same Rick
Brodsky with my roommate! She was sucking on his Mike Pecca while Esa
Tikkinen his temperature with her finger. I said "buddy, don't do it! That
Butch Goring has the fans clapping! I think she picked it up in Paul
Kariya!" But he wouldn't listen to Marty Reasoner. Finally I said "keep up
the Manny Legace", and ran out.
