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Five' Nine ; About 150lbs ; Blue Eyes
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The Hockey Story
This pretty much says it all... 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. Ladies love us, guys want to be us, 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, 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 face-offs, goals, assists, overtime, living on the road, cold rinks, early mornings, breakaways, going top cheese, 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 mittens, 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, top shelf where momma keeps the peanut butter or cookie jar or whatever she keeps up there, 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 the uneducated pussies always ask? HOUSE LEAGUE, A, AA, AAA, JR.B, JR.A, OHL, WHL, US COLLEGE, PRO, ANY LEAGUE, ANY PLACE…. It's never been for the fucking the 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 a man.

really who gives a fuck about fucking pool trick shots. I mean they all look the fucking same to me. Show a bitch shooting a pool ball out of her pussy, off the rail, to the eight, into the corner pocket. Now that would be fucking awesome


man i love pool... but this is fuckign halaroius