Ah, poor Pekka Rinne. And lets not kid ourselves, you did.
A win in Dallas still counts, and it feels good to finally win against them this season. A few good scraps/scrums. And my boy Raymond finally scored, which shut up all the guys mocking my jersey at the bar.
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I want love to
walk right up and bite me
grab a hold of me and fight me
leave me dying on the ground.
And I want love to
split my mouth wide open and
cover up my ears,
and never let me hear a sound.
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