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I used to play hockey there. There were about 4 or five of us who stayed for a couple years. The owners name was Russel, I think. He was our coach. I used to go to oak forrest baptist just up the road. I fell once while we were skating laps and broke my arm and wrist. But we went to nationals twice, where we were soundly defeated by every go---mn team that played north of our latitude. Russels son was the DJ and he had lots of those puppets with the sticks on their hands so you can move em. Our goalie had baseball equipment, when we went to nationals every other team had real hockey equipment.

them flashbacks in the teens is gonna be a m#t$h%r^f7k@r

"Good thing you're not German. They end their days in G's. " phew! that was close

sorry, I only drink on days that end in "Y's"

Can anyone critique white balance or ISO in any of my posts? and their webbed feet are so freakin freaky.

I'm sorry to have to assert authority here, but everyone knows nutria gumbo is the only way to eat that rat. A new twist on an old classic

those little beaver rats were friendly. Creepy, but friendly.

Ducks and Rats