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.

Sunday, March 10, 2013

The Blog is Back!

It's Been a long time! The blog was abandoned for a while, but it's back to be added to sporadically or whenever there is a few minutes to waste. Some videos from our game 3/7/13.Taken with an iPhone so don't bitch about quality.