Although I generally object to teases on both principle and intense personal dislike, some weeks I just can’t help myself. I’ve got Pride House all queued up for tomorrow – after all, it’s less than a month now until the Olympics hit and Up Your Alley needs to get BIZZAY! Though before we hit paydirt, deepthroat sent me a link yesterday to canucklehead.ca, which seemed to compliment my recent goal tending experiences with The Cutting Edges here in Vancouver. I laughed. I cried. And then I cried some more. And then I found this:
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