Hey; my name’s cole mcintosh, what’s yours?
nevermind I don’t give a fuck.
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nevermind I don’t give a fuck.
i am line backer for the best football team in central alberta hj cody lakers
2004/2005 league champs
love football and being active
cant wait for provincails its our turn this year.
taken;sixfoot 2;done bitches;
gradeeleven;browneyes;brownhair;
gradeeleven;browneyes;brownhair;
THIS GUY IS MY FUKIN HERO OMFG
Dj what can i say probly one of the gayest
kids I know but one of the funniest. I love
him to death, I can’t forget the bus ride
to g.p and back lol let me press the
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havingachewsky;
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drinking;
havingsex;
playinghockey;
playingfootball;
chillin’withfriends;
havingsex;
playinghockey;
playingfootball;
chillin’withfriends;
league champs baby fucking rights.
Justin pogge
best fukin goalie ever
If beer has never touched your lips, you've never packed a dip in your lip or dropped the mits then your not a hockey player, and if you are, your not a very good one
- Todd Bertuzzi
SWEETIST FUKING SAYING EVER
10 Reasons to date a hcokey player.
1. We know multiple positions.
2 We have good hands.
3. We push till it hurts.
4. We always wear protection.
5. We know how to play rough.
6. We have long sticks.
7.Were used to scoring.
8.We have great stamina.
9. We never miss the target.
10. We find the opening and get in it
The More I Train
The Harder I Get
The Harder I Get
The More Lethal I Am
The More Lethal I Am
The Fewer The Opponents
The Fewer The Opponents
The Less I Lose
The Less I Lose
The More I Let Up
The More I Let Up
The More Room For Mistakes
The More Room For Mistakes
The More I Train
when the boggieman gose to bed he checks hes closet for chuck norris
chuck norris is 1/8th Cherokee. This has nothing to do with ancestry, the man ate a fucking Indian.
when u ask chuck norris what time it is he say's"two seconds" you ask two secends untill what"?
he says a swift roundhouse kick to the fukin face"
fukin rights doggie thats good cake
FOOTBALL
BEST COLLAGE TEAM EVER
A real dipper will...
-offer his last dip from his tin to you if you are in need.
-cry when he spills his tin on the ground.
-pick his chew over a girl any day.
-the main event of your night leads up to having a chew.
-experiment with different types of spitters.
-save your old tins becoz they are "love mementos".
-go hungry because his grocery/lunch money was spent on snuff.
THIS BETTER NOT BE YOU!!!!!!
A shithead dipper will...
t-ake three hours to pack the their damn tin.
-spit every 2 god damn seconds just so the can take their dip out faster and claim that its "dry already".
-only dip when around friends that dip.
-dip just to be cool or fit in.
-rinse their mouth for 20 mins afterwards so they can't taste the dip anymore.
-get a buzz off Redman.
-chew bandits.
-take their chew out after 5-10 mins.
-take a dip the size of a ants dick.
-complain that their girlfriend will break up with them if they chew.
-insist that a family member or friend is close by and therefore cant have a chew.
Why Cope is better than a woman.
1. Cope doesn't give you any backtalk
2. When you're done with a tin, you can immediately get rid of it
3. You don't have to take Cope to dinner and a movie
4. Cope never gets hateful once a month
5. Cope never scares you by being late
6. Cope is always there for you no matter what
7. You can share with a friend, no questions asked
8. Cope never wants you to meet the parents
9. You never have to tell Cope "I Love You"
10. Cope is Cope!
The cockiest, dirtiest, most irresponsible group of athletes in the world. Will do anything just to be able to tell his teammates
a great story in the dressing room. Live the dream until they are 35 then realize they never made it. You lace up the skates, put on the gloves, strap on the helmet,throw in a fat chew 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. Here's to faceoffs, goals, assists, overtime, living on the road, cold rinks, early
mornings, breakaways, making the huge glove save, countless hours of practice, bag skates, puking, thousands of dollars,
dangling d-men, end to end rushes, big hits, broken twigs, new skates, packing bombs, dropping the mits, wheelin' broads, coaches, adding the letter "y"?to the end of everyone's last name, the word "fuck", pick up, tape to tape sauce, let downs, miracles and most of all - the game of 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 second to none, because you're invincible once you step on the ice, because one shot can make you smile all night, sniping the twine, backy shelf where momma keeps the peanut butter, the rattling of the boards, the feel of the puck, and skates carving into the ice is a rhythm to live by, because its 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 the uneducated pussies always ask? HOUSE LEAGUE, A, AA, AAA, JR.A, OHL, WHL, US COLLEGE, NHL ... It's never been for the fucking money, it's not for the girls, and it's not for the fame...The Boys' play because we FUCKING LOVE IT...
If you are a hockey player and you are proud to be one, pass this
shit on with pride mother fucker, and let everyone know the definition of man.]
a great story in the dressing room. Live the dream until they are 35 then realize they never made it. You lace up the skates, put on the gloves, strap on the helmet,throw in a fat chew 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. Here's to faceoffs, goals, assists, overtime, living on the road, cold rinks, early
mornings, breakaways, making the huge glove save, countless hours of practice, bag skates, puking, thousands of dollars,
dangling d-men, end to end rushes, big hits, broken twigs, new skates, packing bombs, dropping the mits, wheelin' broads, coaches, adding the letter "y"?to the end of everyone's last name, the word "fuck", pick up, tape to tape sauce, let downs, miracles and most of all - the game of 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 second to none, because you're invincible once you step on the ice, because one shot can make you smile all night, sniping the twine, backy shelf where momma keeps the peanut butter, the rattling of the boards, the feel of the puck, and skates carving into the ice is a rhythm to live by, because its 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 the uneducated pussies always ask? HOUSE LEAGUE, A, AA, AAA, JR.A, OHL, WHL, US COLLEGE, NHL ... It's never been for the fucking money, it's not for the girls, and it's not for the fame...The Boys' play because we FUCKING LOVE IT...
If you are a hockey player and you are proud to be one, pass this
shit on with pride mother fucker, and let everyone know the definition of man.]