Paging Jack Dean Tyler…
Small unit discussion here…
Ice, I’m just reporting the FACTS, as presented by GLOBE Magazine. So you know it has to be true.
jarbaby
jarbabyj - (I’m taking your advice…)
Once there was a little boy named Osama who lived in the desert. Little Ossy, (that’s what his friends called him) hated how hot it was and wished he lived somewhere cooler. Being a studious lad he started reading about far way places and discovered the one thing that would change his life.
Hockey.
Ossy loved hockey, every waking moment became one where he dreamed of playing professionally in the NHL. He learned the names of every player and knew the teams. His friends thought he was a fool and made fun of him as he practiced day after day with a stick and chunks of dung. People in the village would just shake their heads when they saw Mr. and Mrs. Bin Laden’s crazy little boy whacking around pieces of poop and stirring up the dust. He was not deterred by their jibes. He’d be up at dawn and not stop his practice until evening prayer was called.
He begged his wealthy parents to build him an ice rink and being good wealthy parents they did. They bought him equipment and payed other people to come and play with him. People from far and wide came to watch just so they could enjoy the coolness of the rink, they told Ossy how great he was because it was Ossy’s mom and dad who built the rink and they wanted this good thing to keep going.
Time passed and the little rink soon wasn’t enough. Ossy bought himself a chance to try out for the greatest hockey team in the world, The Montreal Canadiens.
He skated out onto the ice of the Forum with his stick in hand and began to play with some of his heroes. His heroes laughed at him when Gainey wasn’t checking him into the boards. He discovered that blocking a Beliveau slapshot was nothing like blocking the shots his friend Mohammed made at home. Every shot he made was turned away with ease by Dryden. He sucked and he knew it.
He begged that they at least make him a stick boy but that job was already taken. They finally had to drag him kicking and screaming from the rink and tell him never to come back.
Ossy returned home hanging his head in shame. With his life’s dream shattered he didn’t know what he would do with the rest of his life.
He became bitter and his bitterness soon turned into a seething rage. He first turned this rage against his family who had allowed him to pursue a hopeless goal. He soon realized that it wasn’t the fault of his family or even the NHL, it was capitalism and greed that were to blame.
Many years passed and Osama managed to find work as the CEO of a terrorist organisation. He never forgot the humiliation he suffered at the hands of the hockey loving, beer drinking, capitalist dogs and vowed revenge.
This makes much more sense than saying he has a tiny dick doesn’t it?
And on the small boobs thing, could someone go and take a look at Dr. Laura’s rack? This theory about small breasted women might bear some further investigation.
Ike - you perv!
Hey! You better just drop this line of thinking right now, mister! Don’t make me come over there and hurt you! Do you always make such stunning jumps of logic, you icky piece of poo?! Grrrr…this kind of thing just makes me so mad! I want to make someone pay…
What?
[sub]Oh, sorry[/sub]
