Tuesday, November 24, 2009
So Chicken Tenders has gone to the Wild. I think that nickname suits him because he was too chicken to put himself in front of the net where he would have been most effective. Well good luck to him and maybe we have a buried treasure in Puliot.
I leave you with this chuckle, emailed to me by my brother-in-law today, he's living in L.A. but is still a Hab's fan.
David was in his 5th grade class when the teacher asked the children what their fathers did for a living.
All the typical answers came up - fireman, policeman, salesman, etc.
David was being uncharacteristically quiet and so the teacher asked him about his father. 'My father's an exotic dancer in a gay bar and takes off all his clothes in front of other men.
Sometimes, if the offer's really good, he'll go out to the alley with some guy and make love with him for money.
The teacher, obviously shaken by this statement, hurriedly set the other children to work on some colouring, and took little David aside to ask him, 'Is that really true about your father?
'No,' said David, 'He plays for the Toronto Maple Leafs but I was too embarrassed to say that in front of the other kids.'