Little Humor....

After a stellar career and a long life, Patrick Roy arrived at the pearly gates of Heaven where he was greeted by the good Lord himself.

God took Patrick on a journey with him through Heaven and told him " Patrick, I have something very special for you so follow me."

They came upon a little white house on a little street that was dimly lit. There was an old faded Colorado Avalanche flag hanging in one of the windows. God turned to Patrick and said "I have been saving this place for you, and you should feel very proud as not everyone gets his own house here you know." Patrick looked at the house and walked into the yard. As he went around back he noticed around the block there was a HUGH mansion. It was painted bright red and white. The sidewalks were all paved in red and white also and there were big Detroit Red Wing flags in every window. In the front yard stood a 100 ft flagpole with a GIGANTIC Hockeytown flag.

Patrick looked over to God and asked "God I do not want to sound ungreatful here but could you please explain to me how it is that I have won 4 Stanley Cup Rings, 3 Conn Smythe Trophys, and had over 120 shutouts and I get this house and Steve Yzerman gets that BIG house over there?"

God gave Patrick a very confused look and said "Patrick that is not Steve's house silly, that is MY house." /infopop/emoticons/icon_biggrin.gif

SeeYaNever

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LOL


I like that one!!!

Here is one, found it in my email a week or so back!!

So our day begins at the golf course where I have been battling in the Lindy Ruff all day. We call it quits and head into the clubhouse for some Bob Beers and some Kelly Buchburgers.

After crushing many drinks we decided to hit the local night club to check out some Carl Dykhaus and some Joe Nieuwendykes. So I noticed that I was getting eyeballed by some Neil Shehe and she had a bit of a Doug Weight problem. I thought to myself I can't stoop this Patrick Marleau". She wanted to take off, and I wasn't sticking around for the ugly lights to come on, so I paid the Rick Tabaracci and we hopped in a Tomas Kaberle.

I took her back to my Phil Housley where things got a little hot and steamy. She geared down and not to my surprise her Keri Taco was a bit Joe Reekie and Jason Wooley.I decided she needed a Bill Barber, pulled out my Donald Brashears and shaved her hair diaper down to the Randy Wood. She then proceeded to trim my Harry Snepts and the bush around my Pekka Rautakeileo. I then reacted quickly and popped her Don Cherry but she was too Ken Dryden, so I flipped her over grabbed my Haken Loob and threw it in her Curtis Brown with no Tie Domi. After a few pumps she started to complain that she was to Marty Mcsorley to go on. So I snapped and quickly showed her to the Daryl Sydor and told her maybe ill call her Brendon Morrow, needless to say she was Grant Fuhrious.

The next morning I had the worst Darren Puppa and I was Valeri Zelepukin all day. Anyways 2 weeks later I noticed a Travis Green drip oozing from my Mike Babcock. So I booked an appointment with Dr. Randy Greg and got a Corey Schwab.

But that isn't the end of the story! A month later I woke up and saw Garth Snow outside. The weatherman said it was going to be a 30% chance of a Theo Fleury. My car wouldn't start so I had to borrow my roommate's car. It's not as Chris Osgood as mine and it takes a Robert Luongo time to start, but was stuck. When I went in his room to get the keys, there was that same Rick Brodsky with my roommate! She was sucking on his Mike Pecca while Esa Tikkinen his temperature with her finger. I said "buddy, don't do it! That Butch Goring has the fans clapping! I think she picked it up in Paul Kariya!" But he wouldn't listen to Marty Reasoner. Finally I said "keep up the Manny Legace", and ran out .

GL