Thursday Wonderland Adult Hockey Team

My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament.

Monday, October 13, 2008

It's official! Jesus played hockey!

Just unearthed from the vatican in rome, this 2010 year old painting proves that the almighty himself loved hockey as much or more than we do. This leaves theologians to wonder about the true persecution of the son of god. Maybe they were Chicago Blackhawks fans? (the last time the Hawks won I believe was around this time).
No one may ever know the truth, but at least when we strap the blades on every Thursday, we can assume the big "J" is looking down, smiling, and whispering in our ears "hook that fucker!"