Back off, Bitch - He's MINE!
Here we have my boyfriend Dwayne Roloson with some floozy at an autograph signing in Minnesota. Lots more dreamy pics can be found here. Aside from the fact that this ho needs to step off, what caught my attention about this photo was the toys that can be seen down near Roli's crotchal area. Are those...Roli bobbleheads?!
Yes. Yes they are. And I think I might die if I don't get my hands on one. Apparently they're "limited edition" or something, but there are a few on eBay. Pretty good!In other bobble news, I did a quick search for "Oilers Bobbleheads" to see if any other hotties can be purchased in bobble format. The first site to come up is this one, from River City Sports. Hilariously, they only carry 3 bobbleheads and 2 of them are among the most resented Oilers of all time: Mike Comrie and Tommy Salo. Curiously unavailable: Rem Murray.
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During the HNIC broadcasts, I thought he was Kelly Hrudey's son.
(And I am the girl who brought a "I *heart* Hrudey" sign to the Finals Game 4)
But I do feel the poor girl shouldn't be attacked for being close to Roli :\, at least she... touched him.
Be assured that all attacks on said ho are strictly tongue-in-cheek. But, as a fellow Roli fan, I'm sure you can sympathize with my jealousy at some chick from Minnesota getting a Roloson hug.
There's lots of Roli luv over at thestateofhockey.net, a MN Wild hockey board (linked to my name). I [heart] my dorky, twitchy netminder, and I'm glad other people do, too. I wish him all the best in Edmonton (the big, shiny, and silver kind of best), but if he ever wants to come home to Minnesota, the recliner is comfy and the beer is cold.
Sadly, and ironically, no. Rem Murray is not available in miniature bobble form. He is, however, available in life-sized bobble form.
I hope there's dancing.
As for Comrie, yeah, I hope he breaks both legs in a freak accident on the ice.
kudos.
Those bangs are 100% cast in gold! What's not to like about that!?
But isn't this nice? Seriously, this blog shall become the pivotal area where all us female nuts may pull up a chair, smoke (or not) and say which player's in and which player's out. And the rules for that are going to be pretty interesting.