My dickweed ex-boyfriend sent me a Myspace message last year during the playoffs saying there was "no way the Wings would beat Chris Pronger the Donger" and company. Really, I have no idea what that means other than a reaffirmation of my belief that only assplugs root for this team. And rhyme a person's last name with a vernacular term for genitalia, unless the intent is to be disparaging, although that obviously wasn't the case in this example, as I'm sure said dickweed in question had a mouthful of little Prongers when he typed it. Story checks out, in any event.
Ryan Getzlaf: "Frat" Douche.
Scott Niedermayer: "Father Time/The Dad from Family Ties" Douche.
Todd Marchant: "No Eyebrows" Douche.
James Wisniewski: "Mark McGrath Called, He Wants His Circa-1997 Hairstyle Back, Ass" Douche. (P.S. I hope Homer makes you cry again.)
Mike Brown: "Oops, Sorry About That Roofie-Tini" Douche.
Ryan Carter: "I'm Really Happy Mike Brown Gave Me His Recipe for Roofie-Tinis" Douche.
The only good thing about the Anaheim Ducks is this fan:
You know how I feel about dancing fans.