By the End of the Night…

A large group of people will be very happy. I hope I’m one of them.

Go, you motherfuckin’ Tampa Bay Lightning, go.

Late. Must leave.

2nd Intermission: I wish motherfuckers would stop calling me and text messaging me and leaving voicemail of the congratulatory nature. There are still 20 minutes left in this game, and if y’all motherfuckers jinx up my shit, there will be karmic hell to pay. GO BOLTS!


5 thoughts on “By the End of the Night…

  1. i was worried about you for a sec or two there.


    (only twenty minutes of hockey i watched all year was the last twenty)

  2. OR….. me and Fat Mike not giving a fuck… “Control, alt, delete, BIRTCH!!!”

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