Showing posts with label Imitating Dacque. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Imitating Dacque. Show all posts

Friday, March 28, 2014

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I was applying gynecomastia treatment to my abnormally large breasts and looking at about 50 photos of my friend’s balls the other day when I realized my life to this point hasn’t turned out how I expected.  In an attempt to improve short-term morale, I decided to watch YouTube videos of Sergei Fedorov, Alexander Frolov, Slava Voynov, Artem Anisimov, Valentin Zykov, Vyacheslav Kozlov, Nik Antropov, Sergei Kolosov, Anton Belov, Vladimir Denisov, Vladimir Zharkov, Denis Grebeshkov, Kirill Kabanov, Jed Ortmeyer, Leo Komarov, Nikita Kucherov, Andrei Loktionov, Maxim Goncharov, Igor Makarov, Maksim Mayorov, Dmitry Orlov, Mike Smith, Alexander Radulov, Andrei Markov, Anton Volchenkov, Sergei Zubov, Nail Yakupov, Dmitry Kulikov, Alexei Ponikarov, Brian Lashov, Sergei Bobrov, Grigor Dimitrov, Alex Dolgopolov, Alex Bogomolov, and Sara Errani. This, of course, didn’t help. At all. I don’t know why I thought it would. Those guys are all stupid. Except for Mike Smith. He’s pretty cool. But it did, for some reason or another, have me thinking about my blogging colleagues. Which is nice, I like those guys. But then I started thinking about my friend’s balls again...


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Monday, April 9, 2012

Picture Time Again!

This was the home page for tsn.ca/nhl at some point on Saturday. (much like my bulge, click to enlarge)


"Will Jets, Leafs or Oilers make the playoffs first?" At least we can all agree that Calgary won't be making the playoffs any time soon. I understand not including Montreal within this group, as they made the playoffs just last season (and three straight seasons before last), but the Flames haven't made the big dance since 2009. Perhaps they didn't want to make room for Mark Giordano's fat head on that corner of the homepage. 

Whew. I've been building up the motivation to write another post since February.  I'm sure there's more nonsense to this post, but I'm too tired to read it all now. Some of us work...you're driving me crazy.