Amos Arbour, Nick Bawlf, Louis Berlinguette, Odie Cleghorn, Jimmy Gardiner, Jack Laviolette, Hector Lapine, Joe Malone, Howie Morenz, Eugene Payan, Georges Poulin,
Donald Smith and Tommy Smith.
All these tall tales are finally payan off. Or am I just poulin your leg? I may be all malone in this, but the Habs look pretty good this season and I’m not going to arbour any doubts about the direction of the team. Like a patient gardiner, MB and Co. have weeded out the marginal players and the morenz see of the prospects, the habbier I am. I sure as hell am not going to lapine over the failures of the club the last 21 years or bawl for crying out loud. Of course, hockey is laviolette sport and a lot of injuries may mean we’re watching a couple of anonymous Smiths out there. Almost time for Octoberfest. I’ll spend it in Berlin, guetteing drunk. Before I go, a bad joke for ya. Whaddiya call a famous South African trumpet? A Cleg horn. Laters.
Amos Arbour, Nick Bawlf, Louis Berlinguette, Odie Cleghorn, Jimmy Gardiner, Jack Laviolette, Hector Lapine, Joe Malone, Howie Morenz, Eugene Payan, Georges Poulin,
Donald Smith and Tommy Smith.
I'll have to go backstrom to a time balfour I went to school when I was Habsolutely a Habs fan. Beliv eau me, and I smrke when I think about it, I barely knew who or what I was cheering for. It's le clair to me I mahafey be brain-washed to be that devoted, mailley because I could name more Habs than letter in the alphabet. Dheere me, evans for one so young, I was hooked. It was the suddenness of scoring chances from seemingly nothing plays and the gambles the goalies took without harmon their averages. One second, you matte see a big hit, and the next a Vezinaesque save.
The first player that rings the memory bells for me was le gros bill. I mos dell you I lamoureux, that is I loved the way he'd hunt down the puck, pleau through the D and go scott free on net.
Not to be schneider about it, and I've bouchard enough names to know, I carter tell you I play the game pretty well. Mond ou, this number 8 wil son see me freaking out twice over as I make asmondsonse as I can of this garble. And no, it's not bennet me to duff it out while I laforge on this quest for zero. Arnason as it's over the Habs' season will be in full swing.Hicke, there's no d'aoust about it, all this word play has brodened my appreciation of exactly who played for the Habs. I rise broughfore the sun and look out on the view of the Turcotte Yards with the recching ball in place and I realize it's pointless to get upset and achtymichuk because, tru del form, a man that gets angry will berlin guette anything out of life.
Geez, with all this talk I'm getting hungry for perreaultgis. Leduc me explain. An old word smith who made masnick with all his punning told me he would add a grant to the loan and bourcier I'm already getting if I would do this Hab names count down. He said he's lefley alone andI could do it at my lesieur. After living on Campbell Soup for a year, I decided to comeauver to the Dark Side and play that cleg horn while brown nosing my way to my ritchie bank account.
Did I ever tell you about the time my dog Lee got his paslawskis all over my fiancé and my blissful life suddenly went down the drouin? Oh, you've been dallaire, done that, eh?
Oh well, this empty mickey tells me it would be like committing komisarek if I grab os kis to my Aston Martinson and jenk ins to it to drive. I guess I larochelle stay here then, maley 'caush I'm not wanting to reardon someone else's car.
Call me a pusie if you want, but I'm prod ger I'd lose my permit. CHeers!
Oh, barry bell, I’ll dallaire to tell you about that “special” burlesque show called the berlinguette. I cain only give you so many details, so let’s just say I’m not malone when it comes to visiting spots like those. Small towns like Summerhill can’t rely on the beach and the sands to survive economically. That means there’s always a place on the wrong side of the tracks jette for folks seeking a little adult entertainment and want to get in on the action. You can understand that, coutu? Mon dou, it’s the 21st century and the old peeking at a stripper with a meronek smile and no camerons just ain’t going to cut it in this new gardiner of Eden. If you do go, make sure all the matz are out of your hair and make like you’re richard than everyone else. The establishment is itchy to be ritchie, too, so you’ll soon be surrounded by a povey of pretty women and that’ll make you giroux a foot taller. Paulhus, you’ll be taken to a private room made all of lepine, where they’ll demonstrate berlinguette. You’ll likely go back after that first visit.
Marty Barry, Billy Bell, Louis Berlinguette, Herb Cain, Bill Cameron, Billy Coutu, Hector Dallaire, Jimmy Gardiner, Arthur Giroux, Alphonse Jette, Alfred Lepine, Joe Malone, John Matz, Smiley Meronek, Armand Mondou, Ronald Paulhus, Fred Povey, Maurice Richard, Dave Ritchie, Charlie Sands and Bill Summerhill.
As my French confreres say, Collins! Soon, we’ll be fillion our compost bags with arbour leaves and the bell will ring in another noble season of our Habs. I’ve been quilty of checking in a little too often during my lesieur hours at HIO, expecting the Habs have hunted down and signed the next coming of Lafleur, jette to be riveted by the pitre patters on my tin roof. Rain, again.
Everywhere I rheaume in the city, even at McDonald’s, I’m not malone in seeing Hab pennants ronan up the flagpoles. There’s scott to be thousands of them. Lach many others, mine is johnson a contraption in my car window. The few Bruins fans at work that harris me about it make it worth every penny. Beside, they’re cheap enough that you don’t need ma hov liches to afford one.
One of the fournier issues this season is who stays and who goes. The cameron the hopefuls will show the trudel good and the bad parts of their game, burke I haggerty say I’ve been impressed. It haynes going to be easy choosing who is golds worthy and who isn’t. Mondou, it’s a far cry from the old gou pille the Habs had on the farm until a couple seasons ago. The management teams from the mid-90’s on left the farm in such a bouchered state and they were never in a harring ton fix it and do things right. We’ve been in the desert talking to singbushes and wandering around in circles. Since 2012, when MB became the man that Molson hired, I la rochelle with you my belief the Habs have la croixed a mighty hurdle and are willing to payer the piper for results.
Well, o’connor be going, so remember to have a nice hot Campbell soup. It’ll keep you warm when you headley outside.
Amos Arbour, Billy Bell, Bob Boucher, Marty Burke, Bill Cameron, Dave Campbell, Bill Collins, Robert Fillion, Jack Fournier, Leroy Goldsworthy, Cliff Goupille, Jim Haggerty, Hago Harrington, Ted Harris, Paul Haynes, Fern Headley, Bert Hunt, Alphonse Jette, Tom Johnson, Elmer Lach, Alphinse Lacroix, Guy Lafleur, Wildor Larochelle, Arthur Lesieur, Frank Mahovlich, Sarsfield Malone, Georges Mantha, Jack McDonald, Armand Mondou, Reg Noble, Buddy O'Connor, George Patterson, Evariste Payer, Didier Pitre, John Quilty, Marc Rheaume, Skene Ronan, Harry Scott, Alex Singbush and Louis Trudel.
I’m tardif all this talking about hockey. I want to be sheehan some action on my new mobile davis. Our noble Habs larose to the occasion last playoffs, so even those Bell hicks at TSN had the gracie to admit it. Between stories of the gou pille that is the Leafs, carson we Hab fans get no end of tree matter news to be gagn on. Still, every time they talk hockey there you’d swear it’s Arbour Day and it makes ma snick. Koi vu imagine what it would be like if TSN didn’t have to curry favour with that desperate fan base?
Let ma cey now, I malt ais well tell you I’m the man that harrissed them and creightoned problems for them for weeks. They were an easy parget, ergo I set upon them. I mun ro about you, but I have a houle of a time listening to those hartless pukes that make my stomach achtymichuk. Ach, they should get liffe for it. I cam peau on and on ruining my lesieur time or just plain turner the channel, mackay? I still le pine for the days when Danny and Dick called the games, but I’m not plamon don guys and gals trying their best when they’re so obviously ben oit step too far and are clewis. It’s their Itchy Ritchie bosses who make sure the guevremont and the CRTC works for them so they can keep robert son of our money every month.
As for this list, it seems I’m drouining in paperwork these days, but I’ve got to gau thier and roberto it to the end. The days rochon and the summer swalter changes to the refrechette air of Autumn and students have flocked back to McGill to mcneil with Father Gallagher before they go mezz up their life with all that education. Ah, to bathe in the knowledge that rests there and dream of my faux younger days in La France, visiting the beaches of Larochelle and watching la fleurs on the plages! But that is lacroix I bear, and yet another thing to muller over. The patterson of my life has left me foot loose and mc caf rey. Nothing with me is do her ty mon a han, but on the other hand I de mers my university days. If I bour geault back, I would.
If I can fras er hopes about the coming season, the slo-mo mcnamara cor beau some watching because we have some great prospects and not the same old Farmer McDonald leading the lamberts to the slaughter.
Gene Achtymichuk, Amos Arbour, Billy Bell, Joe Benoīt, Leo Bourgault, Gerry Carson, J-C Campeau, Al Corbeau, Dave Creighton, Floyd Curry, Lorne Davis, Tony Demers, Fred Doherty, Jude Drouin, Gord Fraser, Clayton Frechette, John Gagnon, Brendan Gallagher, Jean Gauthier, Ray Getliffe, Scott Gomez, Cliff Goupille, Bob Gracie, Hyacinthe Guevremont, Ted Harris, Gizzy Hart, Rejean Houle, Wayne Hicks, Saku Koivu, Alphonse Lacroix, Rene Lafleur, Leo Lafrance, Yvon Lambert, Wildor Larochelle, Claude Larose, Alfred Lepine, Arthur Lesieur, Doug Lewis, Hubert Macey, Calum MacKay, Jos Maltais, Georges Mantha, Paul Masnick, Bert McCaffrey, Jack McDonald, John McGill, Harold McNamara, Gerry McNeil, Garry Monahan, Kirk Muller, Dunc Munro, Reg Noble, George Pargeter, George Patterson, Gerard Plamondon,
Dave Ritchie, Phil Roberto, George Robertson, Jules Rochon, Bobby Sheehan, Marc Tardif, Bob Turner and Ryan Walter.
The moore time I spend telling these tall tales, the more I feel I’m just acton like a major tool. I’m tuckered out, but this is being done at a rundquist from the HIO staff. Ok, so maybe not. Heron now, I declare that I arbour no ill will nor will I brooks any savage editing of my work. Mon dou, no one is payan me and my meger regular work salary is barely enough to keep me off the matte. Mar childon are all grown up now, so I’ve finally stopped coughlin up money and am no longer the payer of their bills. I feel like Burchell did, leading the Brits away from Chamberlain’s folly and I’m keane to be ronan my holmes as I see fit. After all, my kids might think I’m ritchie, but lately I’ve been drillon deeper into my savings. Huck, I’m taking a gamble that my shares and old collection of cournoyer jokes mccaffrey on the board of grosvenors of Boisvert Inc. by Fryday. Once I’ve mcnabneyed me into that position of power, they’ll all mcneil to me or it hains worth squat. Maybe, I’ll have them do that, too. Gan char see them all now, all dressed in their haute couture, getting their knees all messed up at my say so? Aw c’mon, I’m mckinnon. I’m not the kind of man that craves that kind of attention, although I do get cravings for strudel. I munro about you, but I’ve got a sweet tooth.
Lowrey be, this haynes supposed to be some kind of Warwick and Peace like novel. I wasn’t plamon don make it so long, but mcculley friend decided to get even stevens with me by making me drive out to St. Laurent to get some frechette beef bourgault. I got some beli veau instead. Twice. So now while she rages on I have to lay coe and stay joli at her moods. Later!
Keith Acton, Amos Arbour, Jean Beliveau, Marcel Beliveau, Serge Boisvert, Leo Bourgault, Arthur Brooks, Fred Burchell, Murph Chamberlain, Jack Coughlin, Yvan Cournoyer, Gerald Couture, Gord Drillon, Clayton Frechette, Bob Fryday, Dick Gamble, Perry Ganchar. Leonard Grosvenor, George Hainsworth, Paul Haynes, Red Heron, Bill Holmes, Fran Huck, Rene Joliat, Mike Keane, Hal Laycoe, Ed Lowrey, Dave Major, Georges Mantha, Emile Marchildon, Joe Matte, Bert McCaffrey, Bob McCulley,
John McKinnon, Syd McNabney, Gerry McNeil, Paul Meger, Dickie Moore, Armand Mondou, Dunc Munro, Eugene Payan, Evariste Payer, Gerard Plamondon, Dave Ritchie,
Thomas Rundquist, Skene Ronan, Tony Savage, Phil Stevens, Dollard St. Laurent, Louis Trudel, Darcy Tucker and Grant Warwick.
Did I ever tell you about the time I tanguayed half the night at the Italian restaurant and tried some cammalleri? You can bou cher I had a tough time with that stuff, but my girl at the time loved it. Of course, after I dropped her off, I headed to my open all night bouchard I call a fridge and slapped a steak onto a frying pan with some bert rand mushrooms.
Lorenzo Bertrand, Edmond Bouchard, Billy Boucher, Mike Cammalleri and Alex Tanguay.
Why, haller! Was nie with me? Well, if you scott to know, I been laforced from my apartment on Larochelle. I mahaffey move, so all my lesieur time has been spent ryan busses laching for a new linden space. Wat, son? I’m talking riley funny? Oh, I’ve just been to Dr. Provost, my dentist, for my new goldup tooth and the anaesthetic hathn’t worn off. Him? Yeah, he’s got quite the pedersonality, especially with that meroneck smile of his that makes masnick. But, I’m a bi beault now. I can take it. I don’t have gaudreaultphopia or anything, so I’m not too afraid of the dentist, but this guy gets me all tremblay because he works at plekanec speed and has me gagnon. And when I get the bill, he gets me in de reardon and I think I’d be petr ov dead. Of carson I’m kiddin’, but I’d rather spend the money on a trip to the Burchelles. (A bus stops and you both board.)
While we’re on the bus here just remember we’re takin’ a gamble and that life hains worth much in the part of town we’re going to, and you’ll be okay. Now don’t vujtek me for a sap. I don’t believe in harmon anyone, but just for the houle of it, I’ll go out of my reay. Hah! Just kiddin’. You’re too ronty to hit, anyways. And not very photojoanette already, eh? What’s that? Where am I goin’? I’m off to see my pal Angio. We’re meetin’ up with Mancuso and Lacroix at the ski shop. They’re going to broden my sporting outlook and get me all fitted out with some Rossignols so I join them on the hills this season. Poirier me, I’m going darby the rookie out there. Between you and me, these phill ips o’mine tell me I’m definitely not a skier and I’m likely to bonk my head a few more times. Ach, you only die once, eh? Geez, my mouth is still half asleep and I want an emberger. Wow, here's my stop already:Davis and Demers. See ya!
Emile Bibeault, Radek Bonk, Fred Burchell, Connie Broden, Gerry Carson, Andre Corriveau, Craig Darby, Lorne Davis, Tony Demers, Ed Emberg, John Gagnon, Dick Gamble, Leo Gaudreault, Glenn Goldup, George Hainsworth, Kevin Haller, Glenn Harmon, Rejean Houle, Rosario Joanette, Elmer Lach, Alphonse Lacroix, Ernest Laforce, Wildor Larochelle, Arthur Lesieur, Trevor Linden, Glen Mahaffey, Gus Mancuso, Paul Masnick, Smiley Meronek, Pete Palangio, Mark Pederson, Oleg Petrov, Charles Phillips, Tomas Plekanec, Gord Poirier, Claude Provost, Terry Reardon, Bill Reay, John Riley, Paul Ronty, Rolland Rossignol, Terry Ryan, Harry Scott, Mario Tremblay, Vladimir Vujtek, Nick Wasnie and Phil Watson.
Doran my youth, olmstead of my usual meal I tried curry. If this wasn’t metropolit company I houde describe the yellow rivers that sprang from me like the white andruff that falls from my hairy head. What? Zu brus this off as just another example of my being a parros and mimicking someone? You say I’m just like those mcgibbons at the Portland zoo? Well, what do I mahaffey to do to convince you and why r ou sseau meronek about it? Houle! It’s not like I’m saying, “There’s gold up there and I just halperns to be there at the same time. All I came back with is gravelle. Raymond me twice again larochelle be next week? Summerhill? Again? Damn, la Rose will be there and I’ll have to break her hart again just because I god into her pants… Gi roux that day. Let’s change the subject, then.
One time, the Earl of Samsonov was staying in la France and he invited me to one of his cassels in Bourgault. He was richard than most everyone I know because his granddad was a robin son of a b. We went fishing in this nice little cruiser he had and we nok elain en the water when suddenly I’m fillion a tug on my line. In the meantime, a cruise boat was getting a little close to us, so we were all shouting, “Dorohoy there!” When the boat didn’t change direction, in order to sevigny ourselves we started up the motor right away and rushed back to the dame docks, where the head of the marina only said, “Desilets” when we described our close shave. So much for lesieur time at sea, eh? So we headed back to Gendron where an Inspector Leroux was awaiting my host to ask him questions about the Mancuso kidnapping. I felt as if I’d stayed too lang don, so I excused myself and left.
I drove tru del connellyside allen keeping an eye out for di pietrol as the car was low on fuel. When I got to the airport and checked my luggage, I found my passport had been switched to three different ones. To get home, I had to decide to be John Adams (an old American president), Ab McDonald (my six pack didn’t and still doesn’t exist) or Bobby Smith. I decided to skip out of France as Bobby Smith. I have no idea why customs let me through, but man was I glad to get back home.
John Adams, George Allen, Ron Andruff, Leo Bourgault, Andrew Cassels, Wayne Connelly, Floyd Curry, Aurele Dame, Joffre Desilets, Paul DiPietro, John Doran, Ed Dorohoy, Ed Fillion, Jean-Guy Gendron, Arthur Giroux, Sam Godin, Glenn Goldup, Leo Gravelle, Jeff Halpern, Gizzy Hart, Eric Houde, Rejean Houle, Adelard Lafrance, Darren Langdon, Wildor Larochelle, Claude Larose, Gaston Leroux, Arthur Lesieur, John Mahaffey, Gus Mancuso, Ab McDonald, Irving McGibbon, Smiley Meronek, Glen Metropolit, Petteri Nokelainen, Bert Olmstead, George Parros, John Portland, Armand Raymond, Paul-Marcel Raymond, Maurice Richard, Gus Rivers, Earl Robinson, Robert Rousseau, Sergei Samsonov, Pierre Sevigny, Bobby Smith, Bill Summerhill, Louis Trudel and Dainius Zubrus
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Wil son readers be put off if I’m quilty of bad punning? This is all done at my lesieur and I know it’ll end up on the gou pille of history, so I am raymonded to stop being a pusie and just do it before it all goes down the drouin.
This is the geographical section as I mention rivers and lachs, especially that great Blake Superior. A few facts never hurt anything but a tall tale so they say and I got into this not knowing how hartwrenching and brownright difficult it would be even for a ward smith like me. But summer hill turn to fall and the richard will keep getting richard.
Hey! What man cu so mad dem ers on your ‘ead are standing up? Oh, all the clichés, eh? Tell me, when did your vocabulary giroux? And why are you so interested in Alexandre’s Tomb? What’s that? Oh, you’ve lived in la France where professor Bibeault got you hooked on archaeology? Me? I collected cyber e-ddolls and listened to a lot of Paul McCartney. I’m just not that motivated to go dig in the dirt for fun.
Arthur Alexandre, Paul Bibeault, Toe Blake, George Brown, Antonio Demers, Paul-Emile Drouin, Frank Eddolls, Arthur Giroux, Samuel Godin, Cliff Goupille, Gizzy Hart, Elmer Lach, Adelard LaFrance, Arthur Lesieur, Gus Mancuso, Walter McCartney, Jean Pusie, John Quilty, Paul-Marcel Raymond, Henri Richard, Gus Rivers, Desse Smith, Bill Summerhill, Jim Ward and Don Willson.