i was with a new friend yesterday and he was telling us how he worked on a maple syrup farm and then he kind of pulls me aside and was like “hey don’t tell anyone but i can get you some maple syrup at a nice discount price but technically it’s not legal but let’s keep that on the down low” and i think i just made friends with an illegal maple syrup dealer
The guy who sings the anthem in Boston is so old school. Makes me think of a steak house where the staff have been there for 30 years, the decor is red leather banquettes, the steaks are massive and everyone has a martini before dinner…all good.
“Diet culture tells us to put food we don’t like into a body we don’t like and makes us believe this behavior will lead to happiness. It’s paradoxial. We have to change our mindset and the rest will follow, I promise. It doesn’t have to be a fight.”—(via skinnyfitandsexy)
"I had the trainer get me a hot dog," John Garrett said. "Nobody saw you, the only person who knew was the trainer. The best hot dogs in the league, by the way, were at Le Colisee. Toasted buns and everything. So I’m eating one and Dan Bouchard was the (starting) goalie. So he’s playing and the game is going OK, so I figured I’m not going in this one. Some nights, when the other team scores three quick ones, you had a hint you might be going in so you get rid of the dog. But he lets in one goal and he’s (ticked) off at whoever’s on the ice at the time and he just charged off the ice.
"Well, I’m sitting there and I’ve go the hot dog tucked in my pad. So I’ve got to go in and I stand up and put my mask on. I can’t reach down and dig the dog out of my pads, people are looking at me. So I go out there and finish the game. I had to fall down a couple of times and mustard and ketchup was flying. I had to tighten the straps on my pads so the dog doesn’t come out. The trainer’s just killing himself (with laughter)."