DreamsCHape ~ Like J.T., I gave up/out by the 2nd period. Similar to the Habs I tossed and turned, made a wet spot, CHanged my socks, got a few winks and woke up to a week of analysis, meditation and hopefully a reCHarged body, mind and soul as I prepare to CHeer our team to a playoff position, one where they do (don't?) meet the fucking PHlyers in round one. A wet dream? A nightmare? Time to lay on the couCH and review things.
Resolving inner conflicts ~ nope, Habs consciously pooCHed the PK and the game
Counting sCHeep ~ stop at 5, otherwise go to hell
Conscious ~ DarCHe and Double D (that's a lot of Ds)
Unconscious ~ Rest of the team, maybe they need rest
Subconscious ~ They already miss Muller?
Flip to the cold side of the Draft ~ I know, Carter and Giroux could've be ours
Enter Boogey/Sandman ~ PHucking PHronger's PHour PHucking PHoints
Wet dreams ~ As a young teenager, this dreamy dame got me moist;
FHFemmes were probably all over this hairy Beest;
Insomniacs ~ Our Sens fan friends
Piss/crap the bed, time to change the sheets ~ leaf
Bunk bed buddies ~ PFK! and TFS™ seem rather CHummy away from the arena, too bad Subban didn't make the rookie ASG, what the fuck is that all about? (Fixed)
Coach sleeps with his socks on ~ CHocula seems like such a straight-laced fellow. When he sleeps, wonder where his fingers go. Do we need deeper interpretation? Picture him in leather.
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G Y F H G !
