Makes me take back everything I’ve ever said about the Ice Capades.
Things I have said about the Ice Capades are like, “This is lame”, “Why am I here?”, “Look how much work it takes to bore me!”. If you all find a bunch of naked blondes a turnoff, that’s your problem & dibs on that chick to the goalie’s right.
You just know the shot from the other end of the rink is out there somewhere…
What is most impressive is that those comments about the Ice Capades indicate that you were actually present in the arena, and not just channel-surfing for a fleeting glance. If you weren’t dragged there as a child, I assume you took a woman – an amazing illustration of the lengths we will go to get laid.
I know how it is. I once attended Kabuki theater to get a girl, then later faked my own death to get rid of her. To this day she still places flowers on my grave every year, on the anniversary of my tragic fate – ripped apart by wolverines.
Written on my tombstone: “Death is endless and boring, but it still doesn’t seem as dull as Kabuki theater. Or as long.”
The trick is to get *her* to break up with *you*. My friend Dan taught me this: with a combination of doing random insane shit while demanding ever-freakier bedroom stuff, she will eventually call it quits. It saves her self-esteem, she won’t be back, and you can really go out with a bang. Of course, faking your death is classier.
Which one is the goalie and how can you possibly tell?
Second from the left, she’s holding a goalie stick.
And her ass muscles are a little different from the others.
They are truly a bad-ass team.
Not one good hoop among them. Not one.
Those butts are made for skating.
Makes me take back everything I’ve ever said about the Ice Capades.
Things I have said about the Ice Capades are like, “This is lame”, “Why am I here?”, “Look how much work it takes to bore me!”. If you all find a bunch of naked blondes a turnoff, that’s your problem & dibs on that chick to the goalie’s right.
You just know the shot from the other end of the rink is out there somewhere…
What is most impressive is that those comments about the Ice Capades indicate that you were actually present in the arena, and not just channel-surfing for a fleeting glance. If you weren’t dragged there as a child, I assume you took a woman – an amazing illustration of the lengths we will go to get laid.
I know how it is. I once attended Kabuki theater to get a girl, then later faked my own death to get rid of her. To this day she still places flowers on my grave every year, on the anniversary of my tragic fate – ripped apart by wolverines.
Written on my tombstone: “Death is endless and boring, but it still doesn’t seem as dull as Kabuki theater. Or as long.”
The trick is to get *her* to break up with *you*. My friend Dan taught me this: with a combination of doing random insane shit while demanding ever-freakier bedroom stuff, she will eventually call it quits. It saves her self-esteem, she won’t be back, and you can really go out with a bang. Of course, faking your death is classier.
Which one is the goalie and how can you possibly tell?
Second from the left, she’s holding a goalie stick.
And her ass muscles are a little different from the others.
By her five hole.