*blue balls not included.
Hello, Monsters Hockey webmaster?! Why is it I cannot get a team picture when I pull up “team” to the website. Or individual player pages? You *do* want me to promote a team whose season starts.. um, TOMORROW, right?
I’ve been pucked, ladies. Stay tuned for your live ice sculptures for the season.
ACK!! Live Chat box just popped up on their site. Freak!
In the meantime, there’s this. And yes, that would be a flickr page (ed– flickr is the death of EVERY SINGLE computer I use. I hate that it’s so freaking slow). What the… hell?
Oh, that’s right. MINOR leagues.
Tickets, please.
These five hockeymen are a fair representation of men who have haunted my past. Appropriate theme for October. Yes, even the hillbilly on the right. Don’t judge. I went to Ashtabula High School. Slim pickins, ladies… Second one on the left there looks eerily like HG… err, Douchebag. What the hell did I change his name to?
But I digress.
Halloween... and THAT girl? Scary.
Ha. Do you see the look on his face? He’s all, “OMG, photog! I hope you DID not get a picture of what she just made me sign. For realz.” Um, and he is obvs totally underage.
I mean, really Lake Erie Monsters? Not ONE single photo under your album “Meet the Team” is introduced. I have drooled at the team. I have made fun of the team. Now, I would like to actually MEET them. Captions. Ya heard?
Regardless, I will be stalking HIM:
For. Seriously.
Do you SEE how many tickets he has? I am insanely jealous, as my shoebox-full of saved D&B tix (formally located in my trunk space, nonetheless) just met its maker in the Cuyahoga County Landfill right before I changed addresses. Shame. I would totally show him up at Skee-ball.
It's an easier way to get balls, really.
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And of MY boyfriend. His blue balls started this mess.
