Sorry for your loss, but I really don't trust anything you say.
- Buff36

Well you have the time I will take you to my son grave. Then you can discuss it with my grandson.

- BeadyEyedDouche

You live up to your name!!!

We could absorb that cap hit and they may be looking at a youth movement/salary unload.
- sammysam13

3yr deal at 3.5m easily absorbed, draft Jiricek at 7 or 8 and Luneau with Fla. 1st and in 2yrs the oldest guy on are defense will be 25

Why?

You live up to your name!!!
- Rsh

See you in Columbus!! Easy to track!!

3yr deal at 3.5m easily absorbed, draft Jiricek at 7 or 8 and Luneau with Fla. 1st and in 2yrs the oldest guy on are defense will be 25
- Buff36

Can we get Fiala too?

Can we get Fiala too?
- sammysam13

Would definitely fit nicely. One of 39's guys

I think we started it talking about how good he has looked in Minny….mentioned Fasching…36 threw up in his mouth a little (proper response) and hell broke loose.
- sammysam13

In 36’s defense that fasching trade is vomit inducing to this day. Regardless if nic d.

Leaf’s ban. Rsh list…. I just need one for for the hat trick….

Maybe inducing a Beady rant? Minimum of 3 pages of arguments with Fitz about Hudson Fasching?
- Gr8daygo

In 36’s defense that fasching trade is vomit inducing to this day. Regardless if nic d.
- Gr8daygo

Ask him how he feels about those 2-2nd round picks and we can restart the madness.

Ask him how he feels about those 2-2nd round picks and we can restart the madness.
- sammysam13

🤬🤬🤬🤬

Can we get Fiala too?
- sammysam13

So Savard. Fiala… who’s your 3rd piece to complete the off-season? Who’s the goalie?

That’s all I want this off-season. 3 moves, rd, 1 forward, 1b goalie.

Cut some Larry’s. Add some kids and let the chips fall where the may.

Would definitely fit nicely. One of 39's guys
- Buff36

He would look good in our sweater.

- BeadyEyedDouche

So savers. Fiala… who’s your 3rd piece to complete the off-season? Who’s the goalie?

That’s all I want this off-season. 3 moves, rd, 1 forward, 1b goalie.

Cut some Larry’s. Add some kids and let the chips fall where the may.
- Gr8daygo

I mentioned I have a funny feeling about Gibson a few blogs ago. Fantasy hockey is fun and all but the style of play and comparable players fit the ‘wants’.

- Gr8daygo

Flames/Oilers is a track meet.

Edit: Flames 5 goals on 12 shots

- BeadyEyedDouche

You are a target now!!

You are a target now!!
- Rsh

What the (frank) did you just (frank)ing say about me, you little female dog? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I'm the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the (frank) out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my (frank)ing words. You think you can get away with saying that poop to me over the Internet? Think again, (frank)er. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You're (frank)ing dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little poop. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your (frank)ing tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will poop fury all over you and you will drown in it. You're (frank)ing dead, kiddo.

Well you have the time I will take you to my son grave. Then you can discuss it with my grandson.
- Rsh

Don’t trust anything you say!! Me and you walk out to my son grave and see what you have to say!!! Hope you don’t loss you son !!

What the (frank) did you just (frank)ing say about me, you little female dog? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I'm the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the (frank) out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my (frank)ing words. You think you can get away with saying that poop to me over the Internet? Think again, (frank)er. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You're (frank)ing dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little poop. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your (frank)ing tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will poop fury all over you and you will drown in it. You're (frank)ing dead, kiddo.
- BeadyEyedDouche

Go chase a fish!! You would ring the bell when it got cold!!

What the (frank) did you just (frank)ing say about me, you little female dog? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I'm the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the (frank) out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my (frank)ing words. You think you can get away with saying that poop to me over the Internet? Think again, (frank)er. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You're (frank)ing dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little poop. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your (frank)ing tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will poop fury all over you and you will drown in it. You're (frank)ing dead, kiddo.
- BeadyEyedDouche

Come find me!! I’m here in a here!!

Go chase a fish!! You would ring the bell when it got cold!!
- Rsh

You are the funniest one of the all !! You would not Survive hell week!! You know what that is?

Go chase a fish!! You would ring the bell when it got cold!!
- Rsh

As a former SR-71 pilot, and a professional keynote speaker, the question I'm most often asked is "How fast would that SR-71 fly?" I can be assured of hearing that question several times at any event I attend. It's an interesting question, given the aircraft's proclivity for speed, but there really isn't one number to give, as the jet would always give you a little more speed if you wanted it to. It was common to see 35 miles a minute. Because we flew a programmed Mach number on most missions, and never wanted to harm the plane in any way, we never let it run out to any limits of temperature or speed. Thus, each SR-71 pilot had his own individual “high” speed that he saw at some point on some mission. I saw mine over Libya when Khadafy fired two missiles my way, and max power was in order. Let’s just say that the plane truly loved speed and effortlessly took us to Mach numbers we hadn’t previously seen. So it was with great surprise, when at the end of one of my presentations, someone asked, “what was the slowest you ever flew the Blackbird?” This was a first. After giving it some thought, I was reminded of a story that I had never shared before, and relayed the following. I was flying the SR-71 out of RAF Mildenhall, England , with my back-seater, Walt Watson; we were returning from a mission over Europe and the Iron Curtain when we received a radio transmission from home base. As we scooted across Denmark in three minutes, we learned that a small RAF base in the English countryside had requested an SR-71 fly-past. The air cadet commander there was a former Blackbird pilot, and thought it would be a motivating moment for the young lads to see the mighty SR-71 perform a low approach. No problem, we were happy to do it. After a quick aerial refueling over the North Sea , we proceeded to find the small airfield. Walter had a myriad of sophisticated navigation equipment in the back seat, and began to vector me toward the field. Descending to subsonic speeds, we found ourselves over a densely wooded area in a slight haze. Like most former WWII British airfields, the one we were looking for had a small tower and little surrounding infrastructure. Walter told me we were close and that I should be able to see the field, but I saw nothing. Nothing but trees as far as I could see in the haze. We got a little lower, and I pulled the throttles back from 325 knots we were at. With the gear up, anything under 275 was just uncomfortable. Walt said we were practically over the field—yet; there was nothing in my windscreen. I banked the jet and started a gentle circling maneuver in hopes of picking up anything that looked like a field. Meanwhile, below, the cadet commander had taken the cadets up on the catwalk of the tower in order to get a prime view of the fly-past. It was a quiet, still day with no wind and partial gray overcast. Walter continued to give me indications that the field should be below us but in the overcast and haze, I couldn't see it.. The longer we continued to peer out the window and circle, the slower we got. With our power back, the awaiting cadets heard nothing. I must have had good instructors in my flying career, as something told me I better cross-check the gauges. As I noticed the airspeed indicator slide below 160 knots, my heart stopped and my adrenalin-filled left hand pushed two throttles full forward. At this point we weren't really flying, but were falling in a slight bank. Just at the moment that both afterburners lit with a thunderous roar of flame (and what a joyous feeling that was) the aircraft fell into full view of the shocked observers on the tower. Shattering the still quiet of that morning, they now had 107 feet of fire-breathing titanium in their face as the plane leveled and accelerated, in full burner, on the tower side of the infield, closer than expected, maintaining what could only be described as some sort of ultimate knife-edge pass. Quickly reaching the field boundary, we proceeded back to Mildenhall without incident. We didn't say a word for those next 14 minutes. After landing, our commander greeted us, and we were both certain he was reaching for our wings. Instead, he heartily shook our hands and said the commander had told him it was the greatest SR-71 fly-past he had ever seen, especially how we had surprised them with such a precise maneuver that could only be described as breathtaking. He said that some of the cadet’s hats were blown off and the sight of the plan form of the plane in full afterburner dropping right in front of them was unbelievable. Walt and I both understood the concept of “breathtaking” very well that morning, and sheepishly replied that they were just excited to see our low approach. As we retired to the equipment room to change from space suits to flight suits, we just sat there-we hadn't spoken a word since “the pass.” Finally, Walter looked at me and said, “One hundred fifty-six knots. What did you see?” Trying to find my voice, I stammered, “One hundred fifty-two.” We sat in silence for a moment. Then Walt said, “Don’t ever do that to me again!” And I never did. A year later, Walter and I were having lunch in the Mildenhall Officer’s club, and overheard an officer talking to some cadets about an SR-71 fly-past that he had seen one day. Of course, by now the story included kids falling off the tower and screaming as the heat of the jet singed their eyebrows. Noticing our HABU patches, as we stood there with lunch trays in our hands, he asked us to verify to the cadets that such a thing had occurred. Walt just shook his head and said, “It was probably just a routine low approach; they're pretty impressive in that plane.” Impressive indeed. Little did I realize after relaying this experience to my audience that day that it would become one of the most popular and most requested stories. It’s ironic that people are interested in how slow the world’s fastest jet can fly. Regardless of your speed, however, it’s always a good idea to keep that cross-check up…and keep your Mach up, too.

What the (frank) did you just (frank)ing say about me, you little female dog? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I'm the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the (frank) out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my (frank)ing words. You think you can get away with saying that poop to me over the Internet? Think again, (frank)er. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You're (frank)ing dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little poop. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your (frank)ing tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will poop fury all over you and you will drown in it. You're (frank)ing dead, kiddo.
- BeadyEyedDouche

You sir are a legend in your own mind!!
Get you rifle ready!! Seal sniper toilet seat to a marine!! You got sniper that was a stab and had!! Hande to hand combat !! Stand up and get some!! You you chicken!! Click click!!