Holy shit. It's so cold this morning that my nuts have taken up a residency somewhere under my liver. Brrr. No wonder I was a half hour late for goddamn work this morning: who the fuck wants to get out of bed for this shit? I feel a "sick" day coming on.
I just picked up Martin Brodeur and Todd Bertuzzi in a blockbuster deal in my hockey pool. Hope it helps. Those Canucks old-school unis? Schweet.
Oilers GM Kevin Lowe has balls. He won't pull the trigger on a deal with Anaheim for holdout and malcontent Mike Comrie until the pipsqueak coughs up $2.5 million of his own money. Nice.
Saturday's party has been upgraded from "shindig" to "hootenany" with a possibility of "debacle" later in the evening.
Y'know, for a guy whose all about "fair trade" this and "peace" that, Chirs Martin (of Coldplay) is a real douchebag.
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