Re-booted SKYO approved pipe dreams and trade ideas

[Chef Boi RD]

I’d rather acquire a 2nd line centre without the continued annihilation of our prospect and draft pick pool and leave the defence alone, ffs. Sign a UFA

[Strangelove]

How about we do nothing for once? Because when we don’t do nothing for once it gets us no further than where we were prior to doing something when we should’ve done nothing.

Attaboy, no one will dare argue with such logic.

Now is not the time to force progress. But more importantly recognize the players “whom” are entering UFA status

"who"

[Chef Boi RD]

How about we do nothing for once? Because when we don’t do nothing for once it gets us no further than where we were prior to doing something when we should’ve done nothing.

Attaboy, no one will dare argue with such logic.

Now is not the time to force progress. But more importantly recognize the players “whom” are entering UFA status

"who"

Dr. Whom?

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[Strangelove]

Dr. Whom?

"Dr. Whomever"

[Megaterio Llamas]

Dr Ho

[Chef Boi RD]

Dr. Whom?

"Dr. Whomever"

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[Blob Mckenzie]

Dr Ho

Chef has a jersey just like that with matching leggings for Saturday rollerblading around Oppenheimer Park, after breaky at the Ivanhoe, working his way up to an appetite to go to Uncle Pierro's for a good thick sando stuffed with salami and lotsa cheese. He has a nap, then a flap, then shakes his fist at Mike Gillis, saying Virtanen and Juolevi got shafted, heads to the track and bets his check on Barney Google, and phones his wife from his Murphy Bed with the lice infected brown sheets at the Leopold Hotel.

[Chef Boi RD]

I see Leonard Smalls just returned from the tattoo parlour in New Westminster getting additional work on the sleeve, $4,000 into it so far, readied for patio weather at the Fiddle. Curls for gurls, nothing but air and water. The goatee trimmed, double hoop earrings, sun-in hair tips, Terminator shades, custom made Billy Ray Cyrus muscle shirts (sleeves cut), flip floppin’ into the Fiddle like he owns the place, priming himself for a Baron and beef and a pitcher of Kokanee requesting Nickelback, so Tri-Cities, so Kelownafornia, the new mullet scene fast forward. Blobbee is right there leading the charge. Next up, the Harley Davidson, shredded jeans and gold jewellery. Peter Pan syndrome in full affect

[Cousin Strawberry]

Totally

[Cousin Strawberry]

Dr Ho

Chef has a jersey just like that with matching leggings for Saturday rollerblading around Oppenheimer Park, after breaky at the Ivanhoe, working his way up to an appetite to go to Uncle Pierro's for a good thick sando stuffed with salami and lotsa cheese. He has a nap, then a flap, then shakes his fist at Mike Gillis, saying Virtanen and Juolevi got shafted, heads to the track and bets his check on Barney Google, and phones his wife from his Murphy Bed with the lice infected brown sheets at the Leopold Hotel.

Remember when bikerdude revealed he wore them biking spandex shorts?

The roast fest was pure central gold

[Blob Mckenzie]

There's no call for fellas to be wearing spandex. Dude you need to stand down.

Then again he used to hang out with Gregor Robertson and claimed to know Chip Hilton.

Those are not lululemons dude they are liarlemons.

[Cousin Strawberry]

Anne Drennan was the dudes fat kiwi threesome. To this day it cracks me up

[Chef Boi RD]

Karl, chillin’ on his Diamond tuff black leather couch, and mirror topped coffee table dustier than a countertop in a pastry kitchen, nursin last nights hangover from swilling’ crown royale like his budding Daliwahl. Basement man cave lit up by the lights coming from his aquariums, black light posters found in yard sales in Hatzic, keepin on truckin’, livin’ large livin’ the dream, toying with the idea of selling rrsps to buy a dodge challenger, to cruise Peachland strip like the Mayor of Tittyville.

[Cousin Strawberry]

Karl, chillin’ on his Diamond tuff black leather couch, and mirror topped coffee table dustier than a countertop in a pastry kitchen, nursin last nights hangover from swilling’ crown royale like his budding Daliwahl. Basement man cave lit up by the lights coming from his aquariums, black light posters found in yard sales in Hatzic, keepin on truckin’, livin’ large livin’ the dream, toying with the idea of selling rrsps to buy a dodge challenger, to cruise Peachland strip like the Mayor of Tittyville.

[Cousin Strawberry]

So Hronek is being shopped for center depth?

Straight up for Bo Horvat!