I don't want to say "I told you so" to the Flyers, but sometimes you just have to call a spade a spade. You let that woman into our building. You let her drop the puck for our home opener. You let her wave and smile and do that stupid shit she does all over our ice. Now, we are cursed. I hope you are happy.
Sarah Palin has put a curse on the Flyers and now we have to get rid of it. Three straight losses are enough for me to know that something is wrong. They have the exact same team as last year. As a matter of fact, they should be better because Simon Gagne is back in the lineup. But, are we better? Are we winning? Are we looking like a playoff team? The answer to all these questions is no. The difference. That woman put a hex on the whole damn thing.
So this is what we are going to need. A pit bull, some lipstick, the bones of a whole chicken and water blessed by a democrat. Then, someone needs to lock that woman in a room and smack her every hour on the hour until she promises to go back where the hell she came from.
Then, we'll burn some sage in the Wachovia Center, drink some beers and punch the guy next to us in the face. Then and only then will the curse be broken.
Damn you, John McCain. Damn you for doing this to us. A curse on both your houses. Wait, a curse on all 13 of your houses.
Sarah Palin has put a curse on the Flyers and now we have to get rid of it. Three straight losses are enough for me to know that something is wrong. They have the exact same team as last year. As a matter of fact, they should be better because Simon Gagne is back in the lineup. But, are we better? Are we winning? Are we looking like a playoff team? The answer to all these questions is no. The difference. That woman put a hex on the whole damn thing.
So this is what we are going to need. A pit bull, some lipstick, the bones of a whole chicken and water blessed by a democrat. Then, someone needs to lock that woman in a room and smack her every hour on the hour until she promises to go back where the hell she came from.
Then, we'll burn some sage in the Wachovia Center, drink some beers and punch the guy next to us in the face. Then and only then will the curse be broken.
Damn you, John McCain. Damn you for doing this to us. A curse on both your houses. Wait, a curse on all 13 of your houses.
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