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We Will Have A Good Time, Making Love To Blue Line!

This one's for Beth: Making Love to the Vancouver Canucks by Ivan Hrvatska (The Croatian Party Ambassador). It is both strange and beautiful.

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Beth said…
I LOVE that song! He did one last year (or was it two years ago?) and I'm glad to hear that he replaced the names and re-released it... like Luongo instead of Cloutier. Of course, I'm so glad we replaced Cloutier with Luongo on the team!!

Go 'nucks!!
Beth said…
P.S. I've twice tried to post a comment on your previous posting and twice the internets has eaten my comment.

Either that or you are deleting my comments due to their inappropriate nature.

Either way, Beth sad.
Anonymous said…
Wow.

Watching things like that makes me happy that I don't particularly care for sporting events.
Dave said…
Yes, well... had you actually clicked on the link you'd know that it was just audio, not video.

Conclusion: Jorge pretends he has clicked on things that he hasn't actually clicked on. Nice play, Fake-o.
Anonymous said…
I actually clicked on the link, spanky.

The guy is histhe god-awful audio.

In either case, I read the spoiler for the site first, so I wouldn't be surprised.

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