Muttered Carey Price last night as he picked the splinters out of his butt. You know the feeling, you've slept in, didn't hear the alarm, you're in a nice deep sleep; you get rudely awakened and you realize you're late for work. No time for a cup of coffee or a shower, throw on the clothes and get into the thick of it. It sucks, you're whole day is thrown off, but with a good night's sleep and a new game plan to back up that frigging alarm clock, you feel like a million bucks the next day.
CAR-EY! CAR-EY! CAR-EY!
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I'll be there! CAREY!CAREY!CAREY!
He always comes back in net for me :)
31,
I'll be blowing him kisses from my sofa, whatever it takes!!!!
You gals are some crazy fun.
moe,
Being sane and a Habs fan are mutually exclusive.
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