Well folks, it really does feel like a real Canadian winter now...snow is falling, people are driving like assholes and hockey's on. Speaking of hockey....
I'll be the first to admit that I would be down for a good ol' "slap and tickle" from Crosby or Iginla. I find myself watching these hockey showdowns with legs crossed, in fear of spontaneous combustion.
Tonight's battle between the Slovaks and the Canadians left me all tingly in my "no no special spot" as the Canadians beat the opposition 3-2 in a very intense game-in particular the 3rd period. (I would call it a "nail biter" but I bit them all off during an STD scare.)
Each game I try desperately to read the lips of the players as they talk smack to eachother or curse under their breath in the penalty box. I haven't seen too much of the shit talk in our friendly Olympic competition as I do in regular NHL games. Or is that me just shit talking to my t.v? Hmmm.
However, in last night's Canadian women's hockey game there was a point where two women collided and shared some words. I couldn't help but wonder what they were. Do women get as vulgar with eachother as men do? Do they use hurtful sentences such as "well at least I shave my legs you hairy lesbo." Or. " You're boyfriend gave my syphyllis." Or do they use the word C*#T? (A word I typically use while driving or shopping) I am curious to know. Or maybe I am way of base and none of these thoughts don't even pop into their head...just my filthy mind.
Until the gold medal game bitches!!!
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