Let me first start with Donald Brashear...That guy is a F*cking a$$hole...It amazes me that he is still in the league...He's never been that good of a player...And as a goon...he's a cheap shot throwing punk...If he wanted to put a Ranger down with a cheap shot...Why not Avery? Maybe Douche-Bags have a secret code, that they don't take each other out...Donald...you asshole...You get this weeks first c0ck to the head!
Next...The Refs...Now I think that the refs have sucked in most games so far through the playoffs...But tonight, in the third period, Dan Girardi was called for interference...WTF!?! It was a perfectly clean check...But these pussies say that the puck was out of the play...Of course the announcers agreed...All these douches want to see Ovechkin move on...F*ck him too...(I'll come back to him in a minute)
The worst part about the call...After it had been made, I watched the Capitals commit the same penalty 10 times, and not get called for it...Why?
A)Because it's a bullshit pussy rule...
B) Because they wanted the Caps to win...Because TV loves Ovechkin...
So this one is a two for the price of one...To the refs and the announcers I give a nice hot steaming load of jizz all up in your eye!
So back to Ovechkin...Why the f*ck are you throwing your arms up to the crowd and acting like an ass...Like you just won the Cup...F*ck you didn't even win this game...The old Russian Sergie Fedorov did...I'm so sick of this guy being such a c*nt!
If I was a coach I would seriously put a bounty out on that guy...But the NHL won't let me and my rage in...So, All that I can offer is a good old fashioned, hate filled, skull fuck to Alexander Ovechkin...It's gotta be hard to play with a c0ck all up in your face!
Moving on...Off the topic of hockey and my sour grapes...
This week's big winner of the Skull F*ck is....You stupid fat bitches that walk around like you're hot shit, wearing belly shirts...You're fat...We don't want to see that roll hanging out...It's not hot...It's not sexy...You're fat! Don't be a fatty wearing a tight "wife beater" either...We can still see the fat...If you're rockin' the roll hanging out all over under your belly shirt...I'm not taking you out on a date...I'm not f*cking you...I wouldn't f*ck you with a stolen dick!
But you will get a nice warm load of the Beeze right in your eye socket!
That's it for me tonight...I'm all out of jizz!
Later, The Beeze.