Much like a keg of PBR in a university fraternity house or Paris Hilton on an aircraft carrier full of cocaine, I am tapped. I just do not have it today (“it” referring to the creative magic that makes me money and causes the ladies undergarments to moisten). While searching for inspiration that was non-porn related, I found a video of the best hockey fight I have ever witnessed. Then Jake sends over Jam On It by Newcleus. Any moment now I expect Turbo to bust out the storage room and do the electric worm past my cubicle. Things are starting to look up.
The only thing better is if the video was of Ci$co getting his ass beat by one of those guys.
Dude… and I apologize for using that word… but, Dude. That hockey video brings a tear to my eye; those guys are fuckin’ hardcore. I always knew I was missing something by paying more attention to the Eastern Conference. Psh… and I thought old Enrico Ciccone fights were entertaining.
Not that it matters much now… after tomorrow’s (possible) announcement. *sniffle*
Chin up, Matt… we’ll always have the Lightning. Oh, yes… we’ll always have the Lightning winning the Cup. 🙂
Amendment: At first, I thought it was Wings vs. Sharks (or Ducks), given the colors. After a closer look, it says “Toledo” as those warriors orbit center ice. Please replace my previous “Eastern Conference” with “minor league”.
Either way… hardcore, bro.
Same difference, the Eastern Conference is essentially the minor leagues anyway.
I’ll blow your goddamned brains out with my new M4, meth addict.