Spent Magic.
by Nic Olson
The only thing I feel like doing right now is absolutely nothing. And that’s good, because that’s all I’ve done today. My only hobby of finding new and more pathetic lucky items, lucky orders and lucky methods has been taken away from me with too much ease by a team of orange dirtbags and goons and new aged Bobby Clarks. The year of absolute sports catastrophes continues. But the positives must be cherished, and the good times must be remembered. I saw some things I have never before and shared in the absolute euphoria of thousands and thousands of fans. It was a good run.
Now, if we are all lucky, I’ll talk/think/write about more than hockey, get a job with no fear of missing games, and rise from this deplorable state of self-loathing and rise to the place of only slight family embarrassment and casual burning hunger. Maybe my brain will start, and my posts will be more than just extended updates about the food I eat, the sports depression I suffer from and the haircuts I get. I think I might be smarter than this. Might be.
Fires.
We drank the river beaver-fever water .. and who got sick all day?
Your hair are so short!
sick fire. the only fire ive had is using the barbeque. (which is excellent) i blame all the bad luck on one band wagon jumper. just goes to show you the as bad as a player pronger is, three different teams, three different stanley cup appearances.
pk subban
you shouldve shaved your eyebrows too
you looked happier with long hair.