
Holy fucking busy week. I've been working my fingers to the bone, only to return to my beloved JSBM and find... a shockingly well written piece by jeanshorts. Very nice. That was Monday. Today is Friday.
Rusty is drunk.

Rusty's Birthday Wrap-up
For having no build up, this birthday was beyond fucked up. Not only did one of my buddy's spend over $1500 on getting us drunk, countless others pitched their precious dollars and a crew of at least 20 drunken lads tore this town to shit. You know a night is going just right when leaving the club you get the urge to drop all the bouncers you can see. I'm not sure why my buddy started swinging at everything, but he did. The best part is whenever I'm around the bouncers just let me keep things under control. Every fucking time. Some dude from Toronto apparently started some shit with buddy when he walked out the bar. I assumed he was just going at the bouncers, but this little shit from the dot was yapping his mouth about whatever fucking block his boys are from a good 4+ hour plane ride away. The best part was the same little shit walking the fuck away thanking me for saving his life. Rusty's advice? Don't fucking come to Alberta and start talking your center of the universe bullshit. Fuck the Leafs.

It's hockey season!!! I dunno what the hell else you could need to rile you up this time of year. For me, it's clear the Oilers are lacking. Should I be worried? Fuck no. Tambo is no fool, and I'm sure he knows better than anyone this team can't win a draw to save their life, their too weak on the puck, giveaways galore, and on and on. Tambo will fix us good, and the Oilers will make the playoffs. There is zero pressure on this team. The moves might not come right away, nor should they. It is only a matter of time before beds are crapped any bodies are shipped and we construct the dream team that will be prestigiously known as the first Oilers squad to run for the cup since, well, yeah... you know.
Our boy P Quinn has turned things upside down in the room... What a refreshing feeling. The vets look weak, and the people that should show up, have shown up. Bye bye Rob Schremp. Kip Brennan, you sexy you... farewell. Chorney... well, you are better than I thought. Ryan Stone, g'bye. Pouliott... k
The final cuts will be made and this roster will head into another year of reasons to drink yourself into another galaxy.
There are a few constants in this world:
- JSBM loves Jordan Eberle (even more next year, on the mighty Oilers)
- Pat Quinn
- Hot girls at Oilers games
- Lewd Misconduct
- JSBM will be back with a vengeance this season. Get your drinking shoes polished up.
DROP THE PUCK FOR FUCK SAKES!!!
I will leave you with this:

Regards,
Rusty
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