There is no greater joy then seeing Edmonton fans walking down the stairs with 5 or 10 minutes left in the game, ignoring their squalling whelp as they sadly fumble for their keys to their Cordoba, or Gremlin.
Knowing that the Oilers have once again, let them down and sucked any joy out of their life, knowing that they have nothing in life to look forward to but falling on to their foam mattress in their double wide after they fold their laundry load of sweatpants and dress socks, knowing that they will have to wake up early to polish up them there dress shoes before reporting to their minimum wage job at the cat skinning factory.
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