Phil

Prove it!

If I could get many, that would be great, but I'll settle for one haha Love you guys. Oh... in exchange for a sig, whoever does one will get a fan590 artcile about them and a shout-out in my KnightTime Revamp podcasts. (lol and there are packages you can buy in the player store for that - just make me sigs and you'll get shout-outs allllllll day)

For those who read both parts - here's an interesting side-note on this seemingly random story: This mini series s going to be a euphemism for the social constructs of society from the point of view of someone with depression. It will have a dark humour about it. It was meant to be a short story.

NYA you better not fuck up my predictions this year

Player Name: Phil Villeneuve VHL Team: Riga Reign Cash you have: $10,250,000 Purchase Name: Triple Predictions Cost of Purchase: $5,000,000 Cash Left: $5,250,000

Part I Jockey lay motionless in the dark, empty Wrangler changeroom. After a couple of minutes, gathering all the strength he could muster, he desperately tried to move - even an inch. He needed out. He couldn't take anymore of this life - this pointless existence of torture. He strained himself with the effort but did not move - not even an inch. It was hopeless. Jockey lay there in total and utter misery, dejected and shattered. He must be the only entity in the universe that learned to cry in total silence. The moon appeared through the skylight. It cast ominous shadows around the changeroom, revealing the silhouettes of hidden shapes. Splayed out in the corner of the changeroom, Jockey lay in anguish, waiting for the inevitable return of The Great Smelly Motion. Reflecting on the way the air floated freely through the room, he commented to himself on the change it made from the stale, stagnant, rancid air of the Compact Motion Room he spends 95% of his existence in. However the different sensations brought him no joy. The inescapable fact that when it was light again, he would return to the only life he knew was too overpowering to take any satisfaction in a change of stimulus. What happened next was so rapid that Jockey didn't know what hit him. Either that or he was so lost in his broken world that he was unaware of the lights snapping on and Motion taking place. He felt pressure around him as he was lifted off the group and propelled through the air. He floated mid-air for a time before he came crashing down into a dark and suffocating slippery bag of sorts. ------ The only sound in arena was made by the early morning caretaker taking out the trash before the mid-morning practice.

Well deserved! Join me in the Rafters

We try do do some hidden things... well, at least I do.

Looks like I'll have to update tonight! So pumped!! Draper - do you wanna build a snowman?,,, I MEAN... grade my podcasts? <3

Congratulations Europe! Didn't expect to even make the medal round but we did and got a Bronze for our efforts. Awesome group of guys *edit and Jaime* and so glad to finally play again with d_a and victor! It's been a while. Actually, I've only ever played with Jason in the world cup haha Tough loss World.. but come on: it was us against the world.

I would cry. But honestly.. we are playing so poorly right now I wouldn't be surprised to see QPR overtake us. They've actually been playing well and are finally out of the bottom for. Regardless, Crystal Palace are my second team now because they are the only team in the prem with cheerleaders!

That's Wylde yo! Nice work.

Stockholm's first ever VHL appearance is a four-nil shutout? Nothing has changed with the franchise.. move it back to Madrid Gorlab - START A PETITION!

LOL 14 shots for McQueen and 27 between her and Gow

Can't wait until Iactually update

Happy day of birth. May it be filled with whatever it is you feeling like doing!

Amidst all my studying, podcasting, and more importantly, submitting the Writing Submission for the VHL Writing competition, I realized that I PM'ed it to Noah, but cannot actually release it as an article this week. So here is my article for this week: The jock strap lay on the cold rubberized floor, limp and lonely. The Calgary lockerroom was dark and deserted, and the maintenance workers were long gone for the night. Clearly no one had noticed the jock strap's misplaced location at the end of the bench towards the corner of the dressing room. Either that... or no one cared. The steady dripping of water from the showerhead peculated rhythmically and with a precision that could make a metronome feel inadequate. The droplets of water smashed into the stone tiles, sending a resonating echo around the lockerroom. It would be a long night for Jockey. Maybe this time, he thought to himself. Maybe this time I'll be able to move. Tried as he might, he could never seem to get any sort of movement going. The soul was willing but the material was... inanimate. Jockey wanted nothing better than to rid himself of the shackles of his current existence. How could that Bg Cup in the sky think it a purposeful idea to spend 95% of one's existence crammed in some of the most sweaty, odourous, and deliriously revolting hockey bags on the planet, and the other 5% with a mouthful of droopy balls and a phallic-shaped object? Well... no wonder Jockey wanted out.

I swear... he had some hilarious faces. I did almost crack up - but as a result of holding onto a straight face, I think I have internal bleeding in my brain

Always knew that I would find you here. in a puddle of the bravest tears

Copyright Brennan McQueen Gratz guys!

So he should feel special. You see Dave? You are special!

banned

Episode 4 Run Time ~48 minutes Listen as we discuss the move to Stockholm and I very slowly and painfully reveal the S41 VHL Entry Draft to David to see where he fell and which team snatched him up