It doesn't matter. I'm cheering for my country, and occasionally point out to fellow fans how we canadians defeated the US on their turf (I mean… ic...) in Salt Lake City! Just some friendly teasing. Two weeks ago, something happened which made me consider buying season tickets. I found out at the end of the game that her name was Ana. I was sitting right next to her. She was a cute little long-haired brunette. She was wearing jeans and a Boston College Eagles t-shirt. Not one of those loose. Once we’d settled in, I phoned Tom to tell him where we were and half an hour later, we were finally meeting face to face. At first I thought things were going to go pear shaped, Tom had grown a small beard and my wife had always said, she didn’t like men with beards. As we got to know each other though, it became clear that the beard wasn’t going to be a problem, my wife had really taken to Tom and, after about half an hour chatting, she said she was going to the bathroom to get changed and I. " Kris, I hope she's nice is all." Wouldn't that suck if she was a total bitch? It's just a date any way,"Kris said. "How sweet would it be to see Liz while I was out with her?She'd be so jealous." And may never speak to you again either." Her loss," Kris said. "Finally, I have a date. I hope she puts out." Just remember Liz didn't on the first date..." Then I wore that shit out," Kris said. He bolted out the door and wassurely going to brag. He was back in about five minutes with Scott. "Hey!" she yelped at your forcefulness."Oh, shut the fuck up!" you chastised her, pushing her further forward until her legs collided with the porcelain bowl of the toilet. Still applying pressure to her back, you bent her forward at the waist until she had to raise her hands and place them flat against the back wall of the cubicle to stop herself from overbalancing. "We both know why you're here, you little scrubber, so stop your moaning..." But why ya have to be so rough?" she protested as.