sometimes i just want to run on the ice and punch everyone on the other team in the throat and then point at my team and say “score or you’re next.”
commencing a great gatsby rewrite entitled “the great crosby” where sidney ditches his past life and becomes an nhl star all to impress this girl, but she can’t be with him because she represents the canadian dream and then sid ends up dead in an ice rink.
the last lines, spoken by geno: “so we check on, bodies against the boards, borne back ceaselessly into the glass.”
looks like my ride is here
introducing Ed Sheeran, the chillest celebrity ever.
I would only want to be famous just so I could publicly express my love for my NHL team because then they’d give me free stuff and invite me to games and let me meet the players and that would be swell