Absolutely one of the craziest goals I’ve seen in our arena in a long time
thepoopstring
Awesome start as captain
raxnahali
Beauty
tmlrule
People are rightfully giving Morrissey all the IQ credit for noticing the stick break and handing off his own in a second.
But goddamn, Lowry’s reaction time is incredible. If anyone on my beer league team was smart enough to hold out their stick like JoMo … they would just clothesline me because I would never have the awareness to even think of grabbing a stick from someone on the bench.
Dayngerman
In the quiet fishing town of Willowbrook, nestled by the frozen shores of Lake Serenity, love blossomed between two unlikely souls. Josh Morrisey and Adam Lowry were more than just fishing buddies; they were the embodiment of an extraordinary connection. They met every winter in their cozy fishing shack, where the frigid air outside was warmed by their unwavering bond.
The shack held the secrets of their hearts and dreams. One frosty evening, huddled together by the wood-burning stove, their eyes locked. Josh, with his rugged charm and Adam, with thick muscular thighs from years of hockey, found themselves drawn to each other in ways they couldn’t deny.
Their shared hockey stick, a symbol of their shared passion for the sport, became a prop for playful moments. As they laughed and skated on the frozen lake, their laughter echoed through the wilderness, a testament to their love. Each stroke of the puck brought them closer, and it was within the confines of their shack that their hearts finally merged.
Josh’s gentle touch and Adam’s unwavering support painted a love story that was as deep as Lake Serenity itself. Their love was a sanctuary amidst the cold, a refuge from the harsh realities of the world outside.
And so, in that little fishing shack, where their love was born, Josh and Adam found solace in each other’s arms, the warmth of their affection thawing the coldest of winters. Their love was a testament to the fact that it knows no boundaries, not even the ice-covered ones of a fishing shack in a small, lakeside town.
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i love them both sm
Absolutely one of the craziest goals I’ve seen in our arena in a long time
Awesome start as captain
Beauty
People are rightfully giving Morrissey all the IQ credit for noticing the stick break and handing off his own in a second.
But goddamn, Lowry’s reaction time is incredible. If anyone on my beer league team was smart enough to hold out their stick like JoMo … they would just clothesline me because I would never have the awareness to even think of grabbing a stick from someone on the bench.
In the quiet fishing town of Willowbrook, nestled by the frozen shores of Lake Serenity, love blossomed between two unlikely souls. Josh Morrisey and Adam Lowry were more than just fishing buddies; they were the embodiment of an extraordinary connection. They met every winter in their cozy fishing shack, where the frigid air outside was warmed by their unwavering bond.
The shack held the secrets of their hearts and dreams. One frosty evening, huddled together by the wood-burning stove, their eyes locked. Josh, with his rugged charm and Adam, with thick muscular thighs from years of hockey, found themselves drawn to each other in ways they couldn’t deny.
Their shared hockey stick, a symbol of their shared passion for the sport, became a prop for playful moments. As they laughed and skated on the frozen lake, their laughter echoed through the wilderness, a testament to their love. Each stroke of the puck brought them closer, and it was within the confines of their shack that their hearts finally merged.
Josh’s gentle touch and Adam’s unwavering support painted a love story that was as deep as Lake Serenity itself. Their love was a sanctuary amidst the cold, a refuge from the harsh realities of the world outside.
And so, in that little fishing shack, where their love was born, Josh and Adam found solace in each other’s arms, the warmth of their affection thawing the coldest of winters. Their love was a testament to the fact that it knows no boundaries, not even the ice-covered ones of a fishing shack in a small, lakeside town.