I LOVE Sarah Turpin. I'm nuts about her. She knows what I am going to say next (most times)

Alien Barf Bag.

She didn't know that was coming.

We drove by a sign on the side of the road the other day. It read:

"First Choice Hair Cutters. Celebrating 20 years in NL. Can you believe it?"

Of course I can believe it. People have been walking around with shitty haircuts for at least 20 years.

Most of you won't care about this.

Last night I was drunk. Turpin got drunk too. Robert, Warford and Butler came by and drank beer too. The tail-end of the night is hazy. Because I was loaded. I fell asleep on the floor at some point, then woke up and went to the store and bought more beer. Because I was loaded.
I can think of at least two occasions last night where the conversation turned to Terry Ryan. Each time, the dialogue ended with one us saying that he was an asshole of a piece of shit.
I looked him up this morning. On the Internet. Then I looked into people that were drafted after him that same year. Because he was a bust. He was a 1st round pick and played only 8 games in the NHL and never got a single point. Here are some people Montreal could have picked instead:

Kyle McLaren
JEROME IGINLA!!
J.S Giguere
Martin Biron
Petr Sykora
Marc Savard
Miikka Kiprusoff

I guess you can't blame them for passing on the goalies. They still had Patrick Roy at that point.

*End of Sports Rant*