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BASICS

Height:184 cm - 188 cm (6'1" - 6'2")
Birthday:January 15, 1991
Sexual Orientation:Heterosexual
Dating:Single and looking
Living Situation:Living with parents/relatives
Location:Salmon Arm, British Columbia, Canada
Join Date:04:48pm | Aug 25, '07
Profile Updated:01:03pm | Jul 18, '08
Last Active:12:00am | Mar 22, '09

INTERESTS

Movies:Action, Comedy, Horror
Music:Country, Hip-Hop, Pop, Rap, Techno
Sports:Baseball, Football (American), Golf, Hockey, Ice-skating, Lacrosse, Paintball, Softball, Ultimate Frisbee
Activities:Cooking, Drinking, Gambling, Listening to music, Partying, Poker

`C-WOOT`

Cody Wootten





Pain is weakness;leaving the body









17
Hockey
Canucks
Beer
Drinking
Jays
Chillin with The Boys
Pot spots
Bc lions
Heads
Partying


Beer, the cause of and solution to, all life's problems.





Well they love to save you
Don't you know they love to see you smile
But these colors that you shine
Are surely not your style

But you should know these
Colors that you're shinin'

Are surely not the best
Colors that you shine
Surely not the best
Colors that you shine


Drinking beer doesn't make you fat, It makes you lean....
Against bars, tables, chairs, and poles.”




Impossible is just a big word thrown around by small men who find it easier to live in a world they've been given than to explore the power they have to change it. Impossible is not a fact. It's an opinion. Impossible is not a declaration. Its a dare. Impossible is potential. Impossible is temorary.


Impossible is nothing



BEER LEAUGES. EH BRAD?


HOCKEY PLAYERS:. Live the dream until they are 35 then realize they never made it. we are the soul of the universe. You lace up the skates, put on the gloves, strap on the helmet, and walk on to the ice and nothing else matters. It doesn't matter that you failed a test or that you got a ticket on the way there...you're world is absolutely perfect for the next couple hours. Here's to face-offs, goals, assists, overtime, living on the road, cold rinks, early mornings, breakaways, going top shelf, countless hours of practice, bag skates, thousands of dollars, dangling d-men, big hits, broken twigs, new skates, packing bombs, wheelin' broads, coaches, adding the letter "y" to the end of everyone's last name, the word "f*#k", pick up, fights, let downs, miracles and most of all
- the game, Hockey. Why? Why do we skate back and forth night after night? Skating so hard we throw up. Skating so hard your heart beat rings in your head, while your lungs are grasping for air. Late nights, early mornings,Friday nights, Saturday evenings, broken bones, torn muscles and deep bruises. We skate through it all. Because we live off our adrenaline, because the game frees your spirit, because the party in the locker room is fine, because your invincible once you step on the ice, because a shot can make you smile all night, sniping the twine "Sniper", the rattling of the boards, the feel of the puck, and skates carving into the ice is a rhythm to live by, because it's possible to skate fast enough to leave all your worries behind. Sweat is the cologne of our accomplishment. Why? Why would someone push themselves so hard? It's not for the money,and it's not for the fame. We do it because we fucking love it
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You lace up the skates, put on the gloves, strap on the helmet, and walk on to the ice and nothing else matters. It doesn't matter that you failed a test, your girl is being a bitch, or that you got a ticket on the way there.. you're world is absolutely perfect for the next couple hours becasue you're in your domain.



When the puck drops his opponents will fall
after the whistle he'll go after them all
with hip checks and cross checks and sticks that are high
there'll be bruises and cuts and even black eyes
some play for the money and some for the fame
but he simply plays for the love of the game
putting the puck in the net makes heroes for the fan
but putting guys in the hospital makes him the main man









Oh God Ya.