I hate spelling this month, it's a hard month to spell. So that's why I haven't posted in almost a month, because I can't spell this month, and I was going to tell everyone about all the month goings-on. I realize that my extended absence extends into January, a month I like spelling, but telling everyone about January when the month is monthover is monthy.

Raffi: you told Lindsay you were coming to the hockey game. You did not tell me. It is possible that on Tuesday a scorching hot not my type girl took time out of her busy regimen of doing body shots off her not as hot friend to give me her phone number, nay, not give, force it upon me, well not force since i'm certainly willing, but press it to me so i can clutch it like i want to clutch her and i was going to ask her to one of the hockey games, isn't it? Ok, probably not. But you should still tell me when you're coming.

-Brian

Kit:

I was thinking about what I look for in a girl, and it seems pretty standard: knee-high fuck-me boots, skirts, and breasts with snapping ferret mouths instead of nipples. Why is it so hard for me to find a woman that meets these specifications?

-Brian

PS: Kill one of them yet?

Raffi:

I bet Phil Bear spent most of the second quarter on the phone asking for the Red Wings score. And yes, I would have killed him.

-Brian

Kit:

Whenever Raffi and Ryan are present together at a Michigan game, be it hockey or football, outside the state of Michigan, Michigan loses. Please kill one of them.

-Brian

PS: wouldn't it be weird if "Christmas" was named "Fuckmas"? Dude, my mom would be terribly conflicted about whether to celebrate the holiday. Merry Fuckmas. Just can't see her saying it.

PPS: Any more cats?