Reading Bunk's journal

I was outside today when I saw two birds playing together on the grass, and I'd like to talk about that for a while... just kidding! (I love nature, but still...)

I would talk about how the hockey team I cheer for just lost, the Senators, who played so well, but couldn't beat that old bunch of cranks. Lalime picks the worst possible time to play a crappy game, and Belfour stands on his head with a zambonie up his arse clearing the ice at the same time. Stupid goddamn leafs, I hate them so much, now I have to hope the flyers beat them, and I hate them too! The sens outshot them so badly, outplayed except for game five, but they're allowed one bad game in seven, right? My dad thinks that's where they lost, but they just couldn't catch a single break, except for game six... but anyway, I'm won't talk about that. Not a lot of hockey fans on this site methinks. So read my other new entry. I sat down for five minutes and wrote it when I was in a bad mood once.

But I can't find no place or nothin', where thrills are cheap, and love is divine

This post was edited by Bunk on Apr 22, 2004.