Mofos ((full)) — Table Hockey Hijinks

Game on, mofos. Game on.

Then Jen whisper-screamed: “YOU JUST LOST TO PHYSICS, MOFO.” table hockey hijinks mofos

Their sticks crossed in a duel so intense they accidentally tied the metal rods into a knot. For thirty seconds, they just spun in angry little circles, grunting like constipated sumo wrestlers, until Dave had to untangle them with a butter knife. Game on, mofos

The lights were low. The beer was cheap. And on a wobbly table in the corner of Dave’s basement, two so-called legends were about to throw down. grunting like constipated sumo wrestlers

And then—. Not of a puck, but of all pretense of sanity.

Slapshot Shenanigans: Table Hockey Hijinks, Mofos