A hockey story

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So our day begins at the golf course where I have been battling in
the Lindy Ruff all day. We call it quits and head into the club house
for some Bob Beers and some Kelly Buchburgers. After crushing
many drinks we decided to hit the local night club to check out
some Carl Dykhuis and some Joe Nieuwendykes. I noticed that I
was getting eyeballed by some Neil Sheehy and she had a bit of a
Doug Weight problem. A real Jamie McCOWan. I thought to myself
"I can't stoop this Patrick Marleau". She wanted to take off, and I
wasn't sticking around for the ugly lights to come on, so I paid the
Rick Tabaracci and we hopped in a Tomas Kaberle. I took her back
to my Phil Housley where things got a little hot and steamy. She
geared down and not to my surprise her Keri Taco was a bit Joe
Reekie and Jason Wooley. I decided she needed a Bill Barber,
pulled out my Donald Brashears and shaved her hair diaper down to
the Randy Wood. She then proceeded to trim my Harry Snepts and
the bush around my Pekka Rautakeileo. I then reacted quickly and
popped her Don Cherry but she was too Ken Dryden, so I flipped
her over grabbed my HakenLoob and threw it in her Curtis Brown
with no Tie Domi. After a few pumps she started to complain that
she was too Marty Mcsorley to go on. So I snapped and quickly
showed her to the Daryl Sydor and told her maybe I'll call her
Brendon Morrow. Needless to say she was Grant Fuhrious. The next
morning I had the worst Darren Puppa and I was Valeri Zelepukin
all day. And two weeks later I noticed a Travis Green drip oozing
from my Mike Babcock. So I booked an appointment with Dr. Randy
Gregg and got a Corey Schwab. But that isn't the end of the story!
A month later I woke up and saw Garth Snow outside. The weather
man said it was going to be a 30% chance of a Theo Fleury. My car
wouldn't start so I had to borrow my roommate's car. It's not as
Chris Osgoode as mine and it takes a Roberto Luongo time to start,
but I was stuck. When I went in his room to get the keys, there
was that same Rick Brodsky with my roommate! She was sucking on
his Mike Peca while Esa Tikannen his temperature with her finger. I
said "Buddy, don't do it! That Butch Goring has the fans clapping! I
think she picked it up in Paul Kariya!" But he wouldn't listen to
Marty Reasoner. Finally I said "keep up the Manny Legace", and ran
out.