”Let’s hug it out, bitches.”
I heart hockey players part deux.
Today, we FINALLY heard what happened to Marshawn Lynch – six minutes, no license, an apology, and $150 later. I don’t know what to think. No dancing lady here, but that reminds me of the Sabres draft party. On the way back from the draft, these two kids kept running out in front of the Metro Rail before it came to the HSBC because everyone knows it’s cool to almost get hit by large moving objects. Then, of course, they had to sit right next to us and by sit I mean they stood the whole time (with plenty of seats available). At every stop they would run to the next compartment and run back. Is it horrible of me to wish they would’ve been left alone and miss the doors closing? I’d say they were ten or eleven. Don’t ask me where their parents were.
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June 30, 2008 at 3:34 pm
I’ll say it again. Mike Webber is so much better looking in person. He takes the worst pictures, except when I’m taking them of coarse.
Dani, I don’t think Kaleta was skating over to see your Dad. I’m almost positive it was YOU he was looking for. Lemme tell you something about men. Weber wasn’t shooting at you to kill you. He was trying to get your attention. See, guys do that stuff when they like you. : )
June 30, 2008 at 5:05 pm
No, no, Shari. He was trying to KILL me.