First round playoff beard forecast: I’m predicting our first look at the return of Jonny’s Wolverine scruff, Kaner’s fuzzy, baby duck down porkchops, a full beard that would induce instant lust in any lumberjack the world over for the Manchild, and exactly two hairs for pre-pubescent, jaggedy-cheekboned Shaw.
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So I’m drawing Toews for my next comic…and it actually fucking looks like him?
Hossa for ohhossanight!
Keeping Boston in my thoughts and prayers.
“I’m going to go get a burrito with Seabs and Dunc. I’ll be back in 3 hours. This had better all be cleaned up by the time I get back.”
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I just don’t know sometimes. I sort of wish I did drugs so I had an excuse for this sort of thing.
Stalberg was mic’d up at open skate, and was caught talking enthusiastically about his favorite subject…tanning.
OH HERE’S MY SURPRISED FACE.
If they lose tomorrow, after I finally drew this, I’m moving to Detroit.
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At this part of the ceremony, all I could think was, “What if I pulled a Nicolas Cage, stole the picture, and replaced it with one of my cartoons…”
That’s it. That’s the picture I’d use. Marian “Kit-Kat Fingers” Hossa.
Watching Coach Q’s face is almost as much fun as watching the game itself. My cousin and I have a standing bet on when this is actually going to happen.
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Dr. Hjalmarsstein and his meatball baby.
For nothammer4, so please don’t use without her permission.
Going to the Hawks/Sharks game with my boyfriend tomorrow.
If you see me, feel free to violently say HELLO. We’ll be up in standing room only with all the other peasants.
