 get an extra cut from his sister Merci Mia Smudge Perslacken. He pointed at a chair. "Put it down, buddy." Eloise craned her neck to see what Art was talking about. There was sure nothing there she could see.

"Put what down, Wasup?" She said, genuinely perplexed. Lars Erik meanwhile was equally befuddled by her comment. Put what down, Wasup? Was this young woman possibly somewhat mentally challenged? Blitzed on a designer drug? Or maybe another of those wise ass punk kids who were always fucking with adult's minds and continually getting still more jewelry to skewer on their faces? This woman, however, had a metal free visage. That didn't mean the covered parts of her body weren't loaded up with metal so-called jewelry. But then Art quickly introduced them and Lars Erik figured that it was a communication problem. The girl's English was good. But still not fluent. Something he could relate to from when he went back to the ancestral turf in Iceland and tried out his Fargo Moorhead Icelandic. Local Icelandic slang laid him low. His own great uncle, former professional wrestler Thorwald 'Berseker' Einarsson, accused him of being a Norwegian imposter who'd stolen his great nephew's identity.

It was only when he described his grandfather Gusthof's peculiarly bent big toe on his right foot that great uncle Thorwald believed him and forthwith delivered a vigorous welcome slap on the back that perceptively moved two of the lumbar vertebrae in Lars Erik's back. Vertebrae already weakened when that that son of bitch Lothar Leinkuegel of the Lac Qui Parle Ice Pricks blindsided him with a body check in the middle of the second period. And on home ice before a capacity crowd! Lars Erik however did have a nasty surprise for Lothar Leinkuegel when the Fargo Moorhead Hurtling Pucks next met the Lac Qui Parle Ice Pricks. Lars Erik blasted Lothar Leinkuegel with a body check that put him out of the game and Lars Erik in the penalty box for most of the rest of the game. But it was well worth it. All the hockey players, almost all of the coaches and the majority of the fans knew it. The One Basic Rule of Hockey. Get Even! And he did. Plus, it happily turned out for Lars Erik's eventual net worth, the
get an extra cut from his sister Merci Mia Smudge Perslacken. He charge at a electric chair. " Put it down, buddy. " Eloise craned her neck to see what Art was talk about. There was sure nothing there she could experience. 

 " arrange what down, Wasup? " She said, truly perplexed. Lars Erik meanwhile was equally befuddled by her gossip. Put what down, Wasup? Was this young womanhood possibly slightly mentally challenged? Blitzed on a designer drug? Or maybe another of those wise ass hood kids who were always fucking with adult's thinker and continually getting still more jewelry to skewer on their faces? This woman, however, have a metal free visage. That didn't mean the covered part of her body weren't loaded up with metal so - called jewelry. But then Art promptly introduced them and Lars Erik figured that it was a communication problem. The girl's English was good. But still not fluent. Something he could relate to from when he went back to the ancestral turf in Iceland and tried out his Fargo Moorhead Icelandic. Local Icelandic slang put him low. His own great uncle, early professional wrestler Thorwald' Berseker' Einarsson, accuse him of being a Norwegian imposter who'd stolen his great nephew's identity. 

 It was only when he trace his grandfather Gusthof's peculiarly bent big toe on his right infantry that great uncle Thorwald believed him and forthwith delivered a vigorous welcome slap on the back that perceptively moved two of the lumbar vertebra in Lars Erik's back. Vertebrae already weakened when that that son of bitch Lothar Leinkuegel of the Lac Qui Parle Ice Pricks blindsided him with a body check in the middle of the second time period. And on home ice before a capacity crowd! Lars Erik however did have a nasty surprise for Lothar Leinkuegel when the Fargo Moorhead Hurtling Pucks next meet the Lac Qui Parle Ice Pricks. Lars Erik blasted Lothar Leinkuegel with a body check that place him out of the game and Lars Erik in the penalty box for most of the rest of the plot. But it was well worth it. All the hockey players, almost all of the coaches and the majority of the fan knew it. The One Basic Rule of Hockey. perplex Even! And he did. Plus, it happily turned out for Lars Erik's eventual final worth, the
 geh an extra cut from his rister Merci Mic Smudgx Perslzcken. He pointed at a chair. "Put it dlwb, budey." Eloise craned her ndck to sev what Arr waw talking aukut. Thevz was dure iothing there sme could sea.

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 get an extra cut from his sisteR Merci Mia SMudge perSlaCkEn. He PoinTed at a chair. "Put IT dowN, buddy." Eloise craned her nEck to SeE What aRt Was taLking abOUt. tHEre WaS sUre NoTHiNg theRe sHe could See.

"Put what DowN, WAsup?" She said, gENuInely perplExeD. Lars Erik meaNwhIle was EqUalLY befuDdlEd by hEr commENt. Put wHat down, WaSuP? was thiS Young woMAN pOssiBly somewhat mentalLY cHAllenged? BlitzeD on a deSiGNeR DRug? or mAybe anotheR oF thosE Wise ass PUnK KIDs wHO were always fuCking with adULt's Minds aNd ConTInuallY gettInG StiLl more jewelRy to Skewer on tHeir faCEs? This wOMan, howeVer, had A meTal Free VIsAgE. ThAt DIdn'T MeAn tHE coVered parTs Of Her boDy weREN'T LoadEd uP witH metaL so-called jeweLry. but tHEn ARt quiCkly iNtroDuCed thEm and LArs ErIk Figured that it waS a coMmunicatiOn pRoBleM. THe girL'S EngliSh wAs gOod. But sTill not FLueNt. sOMEtHing he could relate tO fROM wHen he wenT back tO ThE aNCestral tUrF in icelAND and tRied OUt His Fargo moorheAD ICeLandic. LOcAl IcelAnDic SlaNg laiD Him lOw. His oWn great uNcle, fORmer professionAL wrestler ThorWAlD 'bErSEker' einArsson, accusEd hiM Of beIng a nOrWegIAn impOster WhO'D sTOlen his great nephew's IdEntity.

it was Only when he desCribed his gRANDfather GUsthOF's PEculiarly bent bIg toe On his right FOot that gReat uNcle ThorWald belieVED him and fOrtHwiTh dEliVEReD a vigorous welCOMe slAp On the baCk tHat percEptIveLy mOveD tWo of the luMbar vertEbRaE iN LArs erik's BAck. VerteBrAe aLrEadY weakENed wheN that That SoN oF BitCh LothaR leINKuegEl Of The LAc QUi parle ice PRIckS blindsIded him wiTh a BOdy cHeCk In the miDdle of the secoNd Period. And oN hOme Ice befORE a capaciTy crowd! Lars Erik however dID have a nAstY surpRise For Lothar leiNkuegeL whEN the FaRgo MooRhead huRtlING PuckS NExT meT tHe Lac Qui PaRLE IcE PricKs. lars erik blaSted Lothar LeinkuegEL wiTh a body check tHat Put hIM OuT of THe GAme AnD larS eRik in the penalty Box for most Of THe Rest of the gAMe. BUt It was weLl worth It. All THe hockeY players, aLmost all oF tHe coACHes And the majoRity of thE fans knew IT. The ONE BAsic RUle Of HockEy. get even! ANd he diD. pluS, it haPpily tUrNed out For LaRs erik's eveNtual net worth, the
 get an extra cut from his  sister Me rci M iaSmu dg e Pe rsla cken. He point e d at  a chair. "Put it down , bud dy . " El o is e cra ned her ne c k  to  s ee  wh at Ar t was  ta lking a bout. Ther e w as  sure nothin g  t here she c oul d see.

"Put  wh at dow n,  Wa s up?"She  said , genu i nely p erplexed.  L a rs Eri k  meanwh i l ewasequally befuddled by her comment. P ut wha td ow n ,  Wa sup ? Was this  y oungw oman po s si b l y  so m ewhat mentall y challenge d ? B litzed  o n a design er dr ug ?  Or  maybe anot herof thosewise a s s punkk ids who  werealw ays  fuc k in gwit ha dul t 's  mi n dsand cont in ua lly g etti n g s till  mo re j ewelr y to skewer o n t heir fac es? T his w oman ,howev er, ha d a m et al free visage.  Tha t didn'tmea nthe  c overe d  parts  of  he r bodyweren't loa de d u pwith metal so-call ed j ew elry. Bu t then Ar tq uickly i nt rod uced t hem a nd L a rs  Erik fi guredt ha tit wasacommun ic ati onprobl e m. T he gir l's Engl ish w a s good. But st i ll not fluent .  S o m et h inghecould relat e to from  whe n  h e w e nt ba ck to  t h ea ncestral turf in Ic el and an d tri ed out his Fa rgo Moorhe a d Icelandi c. L o ca l  Icelandic sla ng la id him low .  His own  grea t uncle,  former p r o fessiona l w res tle r T h o rw ald 'Berseker ' Eina rs son, ac cus ed himofbei nga N or wegian im poster w ho 'd  s to len  hisg reat nep he w's  i den tity. 
It wa s onl y wh en  h e  de scribed hi s gran df at herGus th of'specu l iar ly bent  big toeonh is r ig ht  foot t hat great unc le  Thorwaldbe lie ved hi m and fort hwith delivered a vigor o us welc ome  slap  onthe backtha t perc ept i vely m oved t wo of  t hel u mbarv e rt ebr ae  in Lars E r i k's  back .Vert ebrae a lready weakened wh e n t hat that sonofbitc h Lo tha r  L e ink ue g elo f  the Lac Qui Pa rle Ice Pr ic k sblindsided him  w ith a b ody che ck in the mid dle of th e secondpe riod . And  on home i ce befor e a capac i ty cr o wd ! Lar s E rik ho we ver  didhave a nas ty su rprise  f or Lot har L ei nkuegelwhen the Fargo Moorhead  Hurtl ing P uck s next me t t h e L ac Qui Pa rleIce Pricks . L ars  Erik  bl a stedLoth a rLei n kuege l wi t h a bodyc he ckt h at  put him ou t o f t he ga mea nd Lar s Er ik in the penalty box for most o f th e res t o f  the  g ame. But it wa s w el l worth it .All the hoc key play er s , alm ost al l of t he coac h e sa nd the  maj ori ty of the  fa ns knew it .Th e  One B asic  R ule of  Hocke y . Ge t Even! And he did . Plu s ,  it h a ppi ly tu rn ed outf or L ars Erik's  eventual n et wor th,the
 get_an extra_cut from his sister_Merci Mia_Smudge_Perslacken. He_pointed_at a chair._"Put it down,_buddy." Eloise craned her_neck to see_what_Art was talking about. There was sure nothing there she could see.

"Put what down,_Wasup?"_She said,_genuinely_perplexed._Lars Erik meanwhile was equally_befuddled by her comment. Put_what down,_Wasup? Was this young woman possibly somewhat mentally_challenged?_Blitzed on a_designer drug? Or maybe another of those wise ass_punk kids who were always fucking_with adult's minds_and_continually_getting still more jewelry_to skewer on their faces? This_woman, however, had a metal free_visage. That didn't mean the covered parts_of her body weren't loaded up_with metal so-called jewelry. But_then Art_quickly introduced them and Lars_Erik figured that_it was_a communication problem._The girl's English was good. But_still not fluent._Something he could relate to from_when_he went back_to_the_ancestral turf_in Iceland and_tried_out his_Fargo_Moorhead Icelandic. Local Icelandic slang laid_him_low. His own great uncle, former professional_wrestler Thorwald 'Berseker' Einarsson,_accused_him of being a_Norwegian imposter who'd stolen his_great nephew's identity.

It was only when_he described_his grandfather_Gusthof's peculiarly bent big toe on his right foot that great_uncle Thorwald believed him and forthwith_delivered a vigorous welcome_slap on_the_back that perceptively_moved_two of_the lumbar vertebrae in Lars Erik's back._Vertebrae already_weakened when that that son of_bitch Lothar Leinkuegel of_the_Lac Qui Parle Ice Pricks blindsided_him with a body check in_the middle of the second_period._And_on home ice before a_capacity crowd! Lars Erik however did_have a nasty_surprise for Lothar Leinkuegel when the Fargo_Moorhead_Hurtling Pucks next met the Lac_Qui_Parle Ice Pricks. Lars Erik blasted_Lothar_Leinkuegel_with a body check that_put him out of the game_and Lars Erik in the penalty box for most_of the rest_of the game. But it_was_well_worth it. All the hockey players, almost all of the_coaches and_the majority of_the fans knew it. The One Basic Rule of Hockey._Get Even! And he did. Plus, it_happily turned out for Lars Erik's eventual net worth, the