Letterkenny

We only got one shot at this. One chance. One win. You know? Vomit on your mom’s spaghetti, or whatever that talking singer says.

You naturally care for a companionship, but I guess there’s a lot worse things than playing a little one man couch hockey in the dark.

If you have a problem with the majestic Canadian Goose, then you have a problem with me. And I suggest you let that one marinate.

I see the muscle shirt came today. Muscles coming tomorrow? Did ya get a tracking number? Oh I hope he got a tracking number. That package is going to be smaller than the one you’re sportin’ now.

That was well brought up. Too bad you weren’t.