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Last night was my 700th game and to celebrate, I took an assload of penalties and beat the fucking Maple Leafs. That's a party if I ever saw one. I can't believe it's been that long. It seems like yesterday that I was a little brat like Lats who needed to have his steak cut for him. I hope at the rookie dinner he cuts mine cause I'm an old fucking man now. Did I mention I'm his team Daddy and Steve is his Mommy and all his brothers and sisters love him for him for his whole 8 minutes a night? We do, kid, we do.
Anyway, back to the party. I was gonna say it's too bad there was no balloons but there was Darcy Tucker and with all the hot air that bastard carries around, he's probably a fucking zepplin. Here's to the Hindenberg, I mean, the Toronto Maple Leafs for making my party the best fucking one I could hope for.
Anyway, back to the party. I was gonna say it's too bad there was no balloons but there was Darcy Tucker and with all the hot air that bastard carries around, he's probably a fucking zepplin. Here's to the Hindenberg, I mean, the Toronto Maple Leafs for making my party the best fucking one I could hope for.