My uncle performed the first Minion autopsy out near Marietta. Year was ‘89. Thick, thick skin, like a boar’s. Downstairs was all cloaca. Kevin still visits the grave
i miss the shootout demons. i miss our overworked penalty kill. i miss sidney crosby's crusty hat. i miss bryan rust's five stages of grief. i miss broadcasters calling us old. i miss mark donk and buzz flibbet lineups
I have a delusionally strong belief that even with all my problems, if you gave me a kid right this second and forced me to raise it I would immediately lock in beyond comprehension and get every aspect of my life together to become the most excellent father possible.