What was that, dudes. Dudes, what. WHAT.
WHAT NO REALLY. PARISE, I MAY BE REVOKING MY REGULAR SEASON CRUSH ON YOU, EVEN THOUGH YOU ARE REALLY SUPERCUTE AND ADORABLE, BECAUSE, WHAT. A GOAL AND AN ASSIST? WE TALKED ABOUT LETTING THE HURRICANES SCORE TWICE FOR EVERY GOAL OF YOURS, I FEEL THAT SHOULD STILL BE IN EFFECT, SO, UM, THAT'S MATH, BUT LIKE, TWO-AND-A-HALF GOALS, OKAY?
OKAY.
Zach Parise is everyone's favourite slutty boyfriend. (As is Jeff Carter, which, what the fuck, 6-3. Maybe there is something to this slutty boyfriend business. NO THERE ISN'T.) Jay Bouwmeester is standing there to remind you of your commitments, okay, so that you don't run off with various sluts. Honey, you said you'd clean out the gutters! Parise would obviously interpret this literally, as you can tell from the expression on his face.
BAD SLUTTY BOYFRIEND, BAD.
He even looks slutty when playing otherwise innocuous sports. Like curling, or hockey. No, there is nothing to it.
And now everyone is sad.
WHYYYYY. WHAT WAS THAT.
I am sad, now. Perhaps I should go slave over my paper some more. On a related note, I finally finished my EPIC Staal brothers awesome post, and you should all
check it out.