No, it's not a religion-inspiring bit of science fiction mumbo-jumbo by L. Ron Hubbard.
Neither is it what Adam Sandler screams at Ebert & Roper after his latest box-office dud debuts in theatres.
It's the new OSHL category I'm introducing for the 09-10 season.
As in: I just picked up Paadvaar-Jumelsson* in my mock fantasy draft.
*Would be way funnier if I could be bothered to figure out how to put two dots above the vowels.
Also not funny: The Muppet Show.
Also, the World's Most Improbable Headline. I'm starting to think Lowetide either is Jim Matheson or is related to him....I can't name one other person over the age of 14 who believes anything Matheson has written since I was a paper-boy in the 70s....Lowetide writes well, in complete sentences, with stories that arc, containing references to things outside a 1-mile radius of the Northlands Coliseum....So he can't be...Jim...Matheson....
Thursday, June 18, 2009
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Are you fucking insane. The muppets were "GOLD JERRY, GOLD."
You can get "ä" by holding the "alt" key and typing 132.
I always have to write letters to a guy who has an "ø" in his last name (Ctrl,/,o).
Now I can write that fan letter to Lars-Erik Sjoberg.
Now that we're down this road, has there ever been a francophone hockey player with a cedille in his name?
Maurice Riçhard.
Seriously, I've never seen cedillas in a given name.
If they did, I think hockey players would drop it because they might think it's wimpy.
However, I think Jean - Francois Cedille was cut from the Macon Whoopee several years ago...
Wasn't Cedille on the other wing on the line with Pierre Lambert and Marc Gagnon?
"Someone's uniform in this dressing room stinks... and I want it rrrre-moved."
Classic line. Then he smashes his stick across the trainer's table in the middle of the dressing room.
The other one is when the high school sweetheart discovers Lambert (or maybe it was his buddy Denis Mercoux, can't remember) discovers he's having an affair.
She gets up from the hotel lobby chair, rips the gold chain (presumably a gift) and blabs: "And she had to be black!"
That was appointment television.
By the way, my word verification is "prion," which may or may not be a subtle comment on how the internet wastes good minds.
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