When you barely never catched the puck before now, not even that
See all M did was pulled his groin, from the bench to my only
Mickey Mouse goalie*
Sad, isn't it? Not as sad as Caps losing to Devils but since my therapist told me not to think about that, I shall focus on the Leafs. At least I'm used to feel screwed after rooting for blue and white.
Anyways, after offseason full of hope and truculence, the start has been slightly disappointing. And by that I mean EVERYBODY PANIC!
Now that we got that off the things to do list, it's time for Truculence meter. It's not a real meter but who cares? And since I don't really speak English that word means whatever the hell I want it to mean. Capisce?
Not truculent but I really laaaaike his walk-in closet. I could live there.
Obviously his groin is not truculent but at least he can catch the puck. And make saves like you won't believe.
2 assists bitches! You can hold a rose in your month without looking all greasy and cliche and you'll be full of truculence for the rest of your life.
(And I totally can find my nurse dress if you poor baby hurt your mouth with the rose...)
A man with a mission.
The mission? To destroy pineapples. If having a one man war against fruit is not truculence then what is?
*The actual song with real lyrics