the 2nd, we're tied1-1 and that's's more like it...i cannot honestly remember the last time we went in after 1st leading men, but i think it was the year of the dog...or the year of the korean barbq place on 32nd st that i used to like until i asked the waiter where the toilet was and he took me into the kitchen and smiled, i tell you men...same feeling ... i didn't really know what to think...
boy, is the weather nice down here in florida or what? we went out on a little boat ride today, a couple of the coaches and announcers...great bunch of kidders...they tried to get me to jump off the boat into the water with a twenty pound wait tied to each foot but i told'em i wasn't born yesterday, guys...haha...now if they had said ten pounds -maybe, but...
i'm thinking i better suit up for the 3rd -men...show you how it's really done...no...i'd better wait till after the game and then put my suit on and show the guys how to do a 3 and a half gainer off the high dive at the motel pool...i could've been another michael phelps
but i never could keep the match lit long enough to get a clean hit...it's not that i didn't inhale...i couldn't inhale...then i tried a lighter and that's how my hair got that funny singed color around the edges...
ok -men...let's attack the net like the media's attacking my future here in new york right now and we should have no problem
winning the stanley cup in june...just attack the net like they attack me -men...that's the new system
go hard
This is the funniest of all! I'm dying laughing! At least there's something to laugh about . . .
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