Everyone is talking numbers. Math is fun and easy. Let's try some. 3 games multiplied by no fucking goals equals sweet fuck all. Sharpen your skates and your pencils boys cuz we need a win. OK, we don't actually need one as bad as say the Thrashers or the leaf but being rational, we don't want to end the season facing those latter Fuckfaces holding the playoff cards. Odds are still in the Habs favour but its no time to get CHomfortably numbered. Even Joey Juneau would tell you it isn't calCHulus out there. Pick a branCH betwixt Ambition to Win, Distraction by Danica, Uglification of the Standings, or total Derision if they fucking lose. Carey the two points and GYFHG!
CHraps ~ No one is hot on RDS or TSN (19h30), but Danica makes counting up to 21 fun.
The UnaCHountables ~ Too many too mention. Score already.
186.05 ~ Minutes and seconds since someone last scored. Remember who it was? Remember 1949? Remember 'The Wonder Years'?
They can be Zeroes ~ ATL (32-31-12) shutout MTL (40-29-7) in their last game.
Tumbling Dice ~ Still lots of injured players.
0.4% is Almost Null ~ Golf leaf Golf!
31 is a lonely number ~ TFS™ and our own Esther are both goalies, one is an FHFemme, the other is starting in net tonight.
Its in Descartes ~ "One more time. It's simple. Habs win tonight and tomorrow. Canes lose tonight and tomorrow (against Habs). Habs secure playoff spot". ~ LDude, a card who can be dealt with.
3.14159 26535 89793... ~ Sorry Steve.
Spin at 45 RPM ~ Rolling out a song parody soon …
And make me burn my CHandle right down,
But baby, baby, I don't need no ice in my Royale CHrown.
'Cause all you FHFers is low down gamblers,
CHeatin' like I don't know how,
But baby, baby, there's fever in the Habs house now!
This low down bitCHin', got my poor fingers itCHin',
You know you know the Steve is still wild.
Sharon baby, I can't stay, you got to roll me
And call me your fun loving' guy.
Today I was in a hurry, I never stop to worry,
Don't you see the time FHFlashin' by.
GG honey, gets no FHF money, she's all golden and sweet and fine.
Say now, Anon, you're the rank outsider,
You can be mcsplooge's partner in CHrime.
But buddy, you can't stay,
You can't roll me and call me the FHFumbling' guy,
Go fucking roll thee and watCH me enjoy Carey Price'.
Oh, my, my, my, you're the lone crap shooter,
Playin' the field ev'ry night. Buddy, can't stay,
You can't roll me, can't call me Pants! tumbling' guy,
Blogroll me but don't call me the Habs hockey clay dice.
Go fucking roll thee. Go fucking roll thee.
