There is a tide in the affairs of men,
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune
Look, as big a hoopla as there is about the World Cup, one doesn't drink out of it. Nobody ever punted the World Cup into a swimming pool, or took it to an establishment where women disrobe, or baptized their child in it . I bet most of you don't know what it even looks like - I sure as hell don't.
But tonight Game 7 of the Stanley Cup Finals is being played, a remarkable event due to the fact that the Edmonton Oilers were all but written off just last week. I bet my buddy Young Cheese is losing his head right now.
So the most recognized trophy in the world now rests upon one game, winner take all.
Go Oil.
But tonight Game 7 of the Stanley Cup Finals is being played, a remarkable event due to the fact that the Edmonton Oilers were all but written off just last week. I bet my buddy Young Cheese is losing his head right now.
So the most recognized trophy in the world now rests upon one game, winner take all.
Go Oil.
About me
- I'm Sunset Shazz
- Living the dream in Istanbul, Türkiye
- I grew up in the hardscrabble streets of suburban Ottawa, Ontario, committing petty crime, insulting the elderly - basically the classic misspent youth. When I was 19, I moved to West Philly, where I put myself through the Wharton School by dealing crack and hustling. After stints in Paris and London, I eventually graduated and moved to San Francisco, where I put in eight years hard labor working for The Man. But now I pop bottles with models, deciding cracked crab or lobster - who says mobsters don't prosper?
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