Sunday, December 5, 2010
The Landon Donovan of Hockey
So, legitimately my legs feel like they have been beaten with baseball bats, and if I have one more person ask me for a lemon drop martini in the next 25 days I am probably going to end up arrested for first degree murder. I will have loads to post tomorrow evening, but right now I need to take like 7 Advil and pass the fuck out. But to get you little jersey chasing fuckers through the day, I'm letting Kat take over and tell her jersey chasing story. Also, because I've had similar experiences with hockey dudes, I really appreciated this story. Whenever I used to go out with my old hockey dude after his games he'd be in a suit and look hot as fuck and I'd be in jeans and a "no beer goggles necessary" t-shirt and feel like a dipshit. Honestly, my hockey dude wasn't like, hot hot, but in a suit he looked bangin', even if he had that "my eyes go in two different directions when I drink too much" look to him. So, ladies and lady fuckers, here's Kat's hockey jersey chasing story. Look for new posts tomorrow (or later tonight, whatever) about Jeter finally being not retarded, worst cheaters in sports, possibly a little WAGs story and some other fun shit.