SniperOnTheWing
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Pulling for the Jets now, bring the Cup to Canada boys
Last night's game says otherwise.naaaaaaah...vegas is the team of destiny unfortunately.
I think the Dano ship has sailed.Armia didn't skate today so unlikely to play, Perreault still a bit away so I hope that Dano is in the lineup instead of Gramps this game.
Depends on what you have planned in the car!Question guys, my girlfriend is coming in town from St. Louis on Thursday. Wanna take her to the block party. Where should I park?
Question guys, my girlfriend is coming in town from St. Louis on Thursday. Wanna take her to the block party. Where should I park?
Yep, bet they end up with it all, and then we dont hear from them another 2 decades.naaaaaaah...vegas is the team of destiny unfortunately.
Mustard shyte
When in the chronicle of Bridgestone’s wasted time
I see descriptions of ghastly feline yellow’d shyte,
And Watson’s arse making beautiful old rhyme
Upon the ice from Buff’s leverag'd dread - a nasty sight,
Then, in the blazon of sweet Stastny’s quest,
Deft mitts, and skates, let it rip, at Rinne, that sow,
I see their antique coach will now have express’d
Nasal-borne mustard: the Jets master thee now.
So all Moneypuck’s praises are but prophecies
Of this our time, all you prefiguring;
Fiala's and Josi’s looks are but from peripheral eyes,
They had not planned on Helle Boy’s worth to sing:
For we a-board now behold these present days,
Had eyes to wonder, #game2winz to praise.
When in the chronicle of Bridgestone’s wasted time
I see descriptions of ghastly feline yellow’d shyte,
And Watson’s arse making beautiful old rhyme
Upon the ice from Buff’s leverag'd dread - a nasty sight,
Then, in the blazon of sweet Stastny’s quest,
Deft mitts, and skates, let it rip, at Rinne, that sow,
I see their antique coach will now have express’d
Nasal-borne mustard: the Jets master thee now.
So all Moneypuck’s praises are but prophecies
Of this our time, all you prefiguring;
Fiala's and Josi’s looks are but from peripheral eyes,
They had not planned on Helle Boy’s worth to sing:
For we a-board now behold these present days,
Had eyes to wonder, #game2winz to praise.
Last night's game says otherwise.
When in the chronicle of Bridgestone’s wasted time
I see descriptions of ghastly feline yellow’d shyte,
And Watson’s arse making beautiful old rhyme
Upon the ice from Buff’s leverag'd dread - a nasty sight,
Then, in the blazon of sweet Stastny’s quest,
Deft mitts, and skates, let it rip, at Rinne, that sow,
I see their antique coach will now have express’d
Nasal-borne mustard: the Jets master thee now.
So all Moneypuck’s praises are but prophecies
Of this our time, all you prefiguring;
Fiala's and Josi’s looks are but from peripheral eyes,
They had not planned on Helle Boy’s worth to sing:
For we a-board now behold these present days,
Had eyes to wonder, #game2winz to praise.
I am looking for a much better effort tonight. Let's put them in a bigger hole.