Fryday FHFun ~ Game 2

 

How ya FHFeelin’ ?

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In Spite of Themselves

We don't like the refs all scummy 

mclame thinks uncrossin' his legs is funny 

leafnet looks down their nose at money 

mlse gets it on like the Easter Bunny 

They’se Bettman’s baby, they’re his honey 

Ain’t never gonna let him go

nacho ain't got laid in a month of Saturdays 

He got caught once, now sniffin' SFUndies 

He ain't too sharp yet he got things done 

Drinks his murcin’ beer like it's oxygen 

He's a leaf baby 

And fucking sfu his honey 

Never gonna let him go

Habs break

In spite of ourselves 

We'll end up a'sittin' on a rainbow 

Against all odds 

Honey, we're the big silver prize 

We're gonna spite our noses 

Right off of our FHFaces 

There won't be nothin' but big old hearts 

Dancin' in our eyes

mclame’s stupid hnit jokes are corny 

Coach Crotch fightin’ movies make him horny 

ron’s ketchup on friedman’s scrambled eggs 

Swears like a sailor when it runs down his legs 

ron takes a lickin' 

bieksucks keeps on tickin' 

Hahahrudey never gonna let him go

Habs break

MSL’s got more balls than a big brass monkey 

No wacked out weirdo, just a lovebug hockey junkie 

MSLy as a fox and crazy as a MSLoon 

Payday comes and he's howlin' at the moon 

He's my coach I don't mean maybe 

Never gonna let him HuGo

In spite of ourselves 

We'll end up a'sittin' on a rainbow 

Against all odds 

Moey, we're the big silver prize 

We're gonna spite our noses 

Right off of our FHFaces 

There won't be nothin' but big old hearts 

Dancin' in our eyes 

There won't be nothin' but big old hearts 

Dancin' in our eyes

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G Y F P H G !