Onhell
Infinite Dreamer
You win the Stanley Cup With the Habs no less. The Captain hands the cup to the alternate captain, who in turn gives it to the other alternate captain who in turn gives it to the guy that waited 20 freakin years to win the cup, who in turn gives it to the guy that scored the winning goal (this is turning biblical ) Before you know it even the zamboni did a lap around the ice with it before closing down the building and everyone forgot to pass it down to you. The very next day you get traded to the Florida Panthers for a 5th round pick, because all you did during the cup run was eat up ice time to let the good players rest, maybe bang a few bodies here and there, but since you played the required number of games they HAVE TO put your name on the cup. None of your friends even believe you're on the Cup since you never held it. Adamant to prove them wrong you download the list of names from a team blog only to realize both your first AND last names were misspelled as Lucy Canyon. Your friends make fun of you because that is the name of a third rate stripper in your home town's only strip club, who has 5 kids, a coke habit and a loser dead bit husband.
Since you are not Lucy Canyon and you now reside in the horrible hell hole that is Florida where you are doomed to play for senior citizens for the next 6 years (sorry your contract included a no-trade clause), you did not get your day with the Cup. Instead The stripper from your home town with said name and five kids was shocked when she opened the door to her shack and found Phil Pritchard, Keeper of the Cup standing there with it. Immediately her dead beat husband kills him with one the kid's Spongebob toys proving parenting groups right when they complained that show was an abomination and should be taken off the air. They bury the body in the back yard, bathe all five kids, including the 12 year old in the Cup, then have sex in it, selling it on e-bay the next day for 2 million dollars allowing Lucy to stop Stripping and follow her dream of becoming a gardener. Her dead beat husband bought a suit at Target and finally got a job... While you play for senior citizens... in Florida...
I want to fly.
oh P.S
No law applies to you, not even the law of gravity so you float up into space and blow up.... That was easy. Sure I could go into detail, but I'm spent after LC's
Since you are not Lucy Canyon and you now reside in the horrible hell hole that is Florida where you are doomed to play for senior citizens for the next 6 years (sorry your contract included a no-trade clause), you did not get your day with the Cup. Instead The stripper from your home town with said name and five kids was shocked when she opened the door to her shack and found Phil Pritchard, Keeper of the Cup standing there with it. Immediately her dead beat husband kills him with one the kid's Spongebob toys proving parenting groups right when they complained that show was an abomination and should be taken off the air. They bury the body in the back yard, bathe all five kids, including the 12 year old in the Cup, then have sex in it, selling it on e-bay the next day for 2 million dollars allowing Lucy to stop Stripping and follow her dream of becoming a gardener. Her dead beat husband bought a suit at Target and finally got a job... While you play for senior citizens... in Florida...
I want to fly.
oh P.S
Suicidehummer said:I want no laws to apply to me.
No law applies to you, not even the law of gravity so you float up into space and blow up.... That was easy. Sure I could go into detail, but I'm spent after LC's