Badger

Somewhere in West Philadelphia, you will find an old basketball court with a single ball lying in the middle. Pick it up and start shooting hoops. After a while, a small group of hooligans will approach you and challenge you to a fight, which you must accept.

After the fight, you must go home and relay the events to your mother. She will then inform you that you have an aunt and uncle living in one of the districts of Los Angeles, and out of fear, she will send you to live there for an indefinite period of time.

With your bags packed, go to the street corner, and whistle for a cab. The cab that will pull up will bear the word FRESH on the license plate, and upon closer inspection, novelty fuzzy dice will hang in the mirror. Although you will suddenly realize that cabs like these are extremely hard to find, do not bear any thought to it. At this point you MUST point out in front of the car and say ‘Yo homes to Bel Air’. You will stop in front of a mansion, and it will be sometime between 7 and 8 o’clock, even though it will feel like you’ve been travelling mere seconds. Get your luggage out and say ‘Yo homes, smell ya later!’, but do NOT turn back to face the cabby. Walk up to the door, look over your shoulder once, and then knock on the door three times.

If you follow these instructions, your life will get flip-turned upside-down.l

WHAT THE SHIT IS THIS, IGOOGLE?


It is normally a few degrees colder here, sometimes up to ten, because Pitea is on the coast and Alberta is not, but THAT IS COMPLETELY RIDICULOUS!


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Made by he_is_dead_jim

It is also my 500th LJ post, yay!

So let's have 'em. Your macros, your GIFs, your story-threads, your hockey player picspams, bring them here and we shall see how long we can keep this thing going. (I will be going to bed after the game, but I'm working tonight, so let's go :D)

Here, have he_is_dead_jim's Swede Mon



And his Swede Von (I did this one lol):



Swede Mon, driving in a Swede von
Drivin like a mad mon
It's the motherfuckin Swede Mon!

LET'S GO :D!

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I just touched the Stanley Cup.

I just touched the Stanley Cup.

I just touched the Stanley Cup.

I just touched the Stanley Cup.

It is staying at my hotel tonight.

They are touring around for this hockey appreciation thing Scotiabank is doing.

And the Stanley Cup is staying in my hotel.

I just touched it. I'll be going to see it tomorrow, but... I just touched it.

It was glorious. I will never wash my hands again.

Of all the nights for my phone to be dead. I'd have brought my camera if I'd have known. Oh well.

I just touched the Stanley Cup.

This is the greatest night of my life.