nhl hockey; a summary
nhl hockey; a summary
Are you fucking kidding me
People are capable of doing this and I can’t even drink from a cup without spilling some on my boobs
A fuck seed sowed, to glutton vie, to salt my fields, and madden me.
The words thou spake, to tempt your luck, ne’er ox to plow, or give a fuck.
“Men are not the victims of sexism. It is impossible for a man to be the victim of sexism. Just like it’s impossible for a white person to be the victim of racism. Reverse sexism and reverse racism are words invented by white men to label anyone who questions their power and unconscious desire to crap all over minorities and women. Next we’re going to have “When is it International Men’s Day?” - the answer: every day. “When is it white history month?” - every month. Grow up. Your loss of entitlement doesn’t mean you’re the victim of sexism.”
I can’t seem to add a “read more” break if I reblog off the original image, so.
Ask and you shall receive, I guess - have some chatfic of puppy Tazer at a team BBQ.
Dan Potash falls in the snow while everyone’s trying to dig out their cars…
Later, he asks Sidney about it in the locker room.
Dan: “Why didn’t the captain help out his teammate and get me out of the snow?”
The hottest things I’ve ever been told.
I’m just picturing someone screaming “BONJOUR” at a penis
#SACRE BLEU MADEMOISELLE VAGINA#HON HON HON TITTY CROISSANTS
None of you should ever be having sex
“Why is it that you freak out at the idea of fingering? I didn’t put that prostate in you, Jesus Christ did and I’m sure he had a good goddamn reason, buck the hell up.”
– Actual conversation between two straight guys at my bar tonight (via trickwolves)
Yelena Serova, the first Russian woman to go to the International Space Station, gets visibly annoyed when she is asked about make-up and hair at a pre-flight press conference.
“Can I ask a question, too: aren’t you interested in the hair styles of my colleagues?” — Yelena Serova
They tell me you are wicked and I believe them.
And having answered so I turn once more to those who sneer at this my city, and I give them back the sneer and say to them:
Come and show me another city with lifted head singing so proud to be alive and coarse and strong and cunning.
Here is a tall bold slugger set vivid against the little soft cities.
Bragging and laughing that under his wrist is the pulse, and under his ribs the heart of the people.
Carl Sandburg (x)
is this a thing? i hope this is a thing
chicago blackhawks, a summary (part 1, insp by x)