Hockey Nite in Badlandz
I had an chance to play in net for lazy wannabe hockey players lunch hour gameIt was my First Hockey game ever, barely know how to skate....
I was on the Darks and most of my coworkers were on the whites (I wonder why?)
Denied!!!
Pokecheckmate!
In the end the darks lost 7-6 and I made lots of saves, but My Ego thought that I could stop that pass from the corner...the last goal of the game for the whites
Next time!!! I will destroy them
Next time!!! I will destroy them
posted by Overlander @ 5:42 PM
25 comments
25 Comments:
Some spelling and gramatical errors, but a pretty great report overall! Keep up the training and your hard work will pay off! Nolite bastardes carborundorum!!!!
T-dawg! I know that post was yours, jealous that me and my friend the crossbar stop alot of your shots?
Some spelling and grammitical errors you say, Talon? Nolite TE bastardes carborundorum, or nil bastardo carborundum? Psh... Speak for yourself. Cuiusvis hominis est errare, nullius nisi insipientis in errore perseverare. Pax vobiscum. =D
Bellum se ipsum alet
Primum ego, tum ego, deinde ego
what the hell is with all this sandscrit bullshit?
My trade is courage and atrocities.
I look at them and do not condemn.
I write things down the way they happened,
as near as can be remembered.
I don’t ask why, because it is mostly the same.
Wars happen because the ones who start them
think they can win.
Despite the propaganda, there are no monsters,
or none that can be finally buried.
Finish one off, and circumstances
and the radio create another.
Believe me: whole armies have prayed fervently
to God all night and meant it,
and been slaughtered anyway.
Brutality wins frequently,
and large outcomes have turned on the invention
of a mechanical device, viz. radar.
True, valour sometimes counts for something,
as at Thermopylae. Sometimes being right —
though ultimate virtue, by agreed tradition,
is decided by the winner.
Sometimes men throw themselves on grenades
and burst like paper bags of guts
to save their comrades.
I can admire that.
But rats and cholera have won many wars.
Those, and potatoes,
or the absence of them.
Ten days after the war ended, my sister Laura drove a car off a bridge. The bridge was being repaired: she went right through the Danger sign. The car fell a hundred feet into the ravine, smashing through the treetops feathery with new leaves, then burst into flames and rolled down into the shallow creek at the bottom. Chunks of the bridge fell on top of it. Nothing much was left but charred smithereens.
FIX YOUR BLOG UNDERHANDER
TOO MUCH GARBAGE!!
SOMEONE IS RUINING THE FUN!
Ne sutor ultra crepidam. I could do this all day. Me vexat pede. Pax tecum.
FYI
the Overlander comments are not from me!!!
except the ones where i logged in to Blogspot
Man ging dabei von dem sehr richtigen Grundsatze aus, daß in der Größe der Lüge immer ein gewisser Faktor des Geglaubtwerdens liegt, da die breite Masse eines Volkes im tiefsten Grunde ihres Herzens leichter verdorben als bewußt und absichtlich schlecht sein wird, mithin bei der primitiven Einfalt ihres Gemütes einer großen Lüge leichter zum Opfer fällt als einer kleinen, da sie selber ja wohl manchmal im kleinen lügt, jedoch vor zu großen Lügen sich doch zu sehr schämen würde. Eine solche Unwahrheit wird ihr gar nicht in den Kopf kommen, und sie wird an die Möglichkeit einer so ungeheuren Frechheit der infamsten Verdrehung auch bei anderen nicht glauben können, ja selbst bei Aufklärung darüber noch lange zweifeln und schwanken und wenigstens irgendeine Ursache doch noch als wahr annehmen; daher denn auch von der frechsten Lügenvereine dieser Welt nur zu genau kennen und deshalb auch niederträchtig zur Anwendung bringen.
So overlander, if you say the comments by overlander are not from you how do we know what to believe? You need to take a long hard look in the mirror UNDERHANDER. I am the Real Overlander. This is my BLOG
then log in a post, you fool!
Talon I know it's you! you little Bitch!
Talon, here is a quote that describes your lies. Stop using OVERLANDER... ITS MY SIGN IN NAME. And stop with the LIES!!!
People never lie so much as after a hunt, during a war, or before an election.
I found my son on this highly offensive blog site and I have a few comments for the person running this blog. Are there two or one overlanders.. I don’t get it. Guess there is one very bi polar person who is overlander. This is a weird blog and I feel uncomfortable. I am not going to come back to this awful site. Who quoted Mien Kampf? This is a despicable site. I aught to report this to blogger.com admin staff! I think I will. Good day overlander you sick sick person who ever you are. I hate you, and you can be sure that my son will never be back on this site again because this site will be taken down.
Give 'em Hell Dave...well done for your cherry popping.
Hey Overlander, whats with all the douche bags on your site? What century are we in here??
Thanx Grump!!
opens up a whole new world
the Jocko Homo world!!!!
Lot's of Spam with good content, please dont use my name! Talon!
hey talon you name stealing fag!
dont take my friend's name aswell
Nice blog. Glad to see you finally taking up a sport - and goalie to boot. Feels good don't it?
I see that your are still talking shit. Good job on the loss. See that it doesn't happen again Overblunder. And bomb the fag that using your name.
You are from WHERE and you have never played hockey?! BE ASHAMED!! :D
The resemblance in your profile photo is SO CLOSE it is CRAZY!
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