can we just sign Rachel Hunter cause Stacey's Mom has got it going on.

aww... bye Georges... I hope Phoenix is good to you... Edmonton apparently doesn't deserve you... or something...

And what are we supposed to do now? no Spacek... we've got to get Tarnstrom... or some blueliner or we're toast. you hear me? toast! Who cares what our offence is like, if the back end is like a sieve, it's not going to matter (even with Roli and the successful Jussi) this offseason tracker makes things a little more clear... I suppose. aww Geroges...
though... we need to sign Horcoff and Stoll too, NOW! or i really will be sad.

JESSE:

TV on the Radio
Return to Cookie Mountain
[Interscope; 2006]
Rating: 9.1

whoa fuckyeah.

haha. big head gag comics are funny

I remember coming across those posters awhile back. There was one that looked almost like a comic book for some film called "Fatal Beauty". I wish we could see more posters like these around here.

Meanwhile, on another tangent:
France 1-0 Portugal

As for the final, I think it may go a little like this:

SCORPIO: Oh by the way, Homer, which country should I blow up: Italy or France?
HOMER: Um...France.
SCORPIO: Hehe, nobody ever picks Italy.

Movie posters as imagined by the Poles:

The Blues Brothers:



The Birds:



Trading Places:



Young Frankenstein:



Gandhi:

In all fairness to you Jsess I'm going to be very preoccupied this saturday. Like I told Par on Sunday, I would have to clone myself at least 3 times to be able to do the cornucopia (sic) of events this weekend.

God, I hope the little box is correct. That would be embarrassing otherwise... for the little box.

according to the little box over on the left of the page it is my Birthday. Who would've thought? Anyways, to commemorate that little box, I will most likely be on whyte this saturday night. That is the 8th, a day before the actual date specified in the littel box, cause you know, who goes to whyte on sunday night? I'm not sure of much else , other than anyone who wants to come is welcome. More info to follow.

There goes our blue line. Though offenseivly (sic) we're doing pretty good.