Christmas presents purchased, glass filled with an adult drink, no work tomorrow, and all this little fella wants for Christmas is a holy hockey miracle. Come'on lads, do it for Christmas. For Santa. For baby Jesus. For all the Sens fans, young and old, who lo' have suffered all these many years it's getting to be too god damn much and I just want to tell these players what a bunch of cheap, lying, no-good, rotten, four-flushing, low-life, snake-licking, dirt-eating, inbred, overstuffed, ignorant, blood-sucking, dog-kissing, brainless, d!ckless, hopeless, heartless, fat-assed, bug-eyed, stiff-legged, spotty-lipped, worm-headed, sack of monkey shit players they are!
Hallelujah!
Holy Shit!
Where's the Tylenol?