Chris Pronger Can Go Phuck Himself (ah see what I did there!?)
Actually, I don’t hate him THAT much (hate is a strong word, and I’m rather weak), I just wanted to use that really lame “use a PH instead of F when referring to anything Philly sports related” word-play-thingie that in all honesty, I do too often.
Let’s put it this way, cause I’m such a nice guy: I thoroughly dislike Chris Pronger, of the Philadelphia Flyers, with a distinct sense of passion and fire (even though this old post says I simply hate him). I don’t know him as a person (although one can deduce . . . .), but as a player – the guy is a cheap, dirty, mother-phucker (damn it I did it again!). He seems like the kinda guy that gets mad at you for making a right turn . . . you know what I’m talking about? When you’re in the right lane and need to slow down in order to make that right turn that you have every right to make, but the guy driving behind you (in prison, this term means other things . . . gross things) feels no need to slow his car down, and proceeds to curse and honk simply because you’re going too slow . . . YOU HAVE TO SLOW DOWN TO MAKE A TURN, ASSHOLE! But I digress (as usual). . . Chris Pronger seems like he’d be the type of guy to do such a dickish thing, simply because he’s proven time and time again what a big phat (hmmm??) dick he is on the ice . . . .

