Boston University Terriers play the newlywed game. And eskimo kiss.
Okay, but can you imagine Torts with his own cooking show:
"You put just a pinch of sal— what the fuck, this is fucking sugar, fuck all of you, I don’t care, bread is stupid, you’re all benched, go to hell."
John Tortorella: coach-turned-baker due to bad weather
Let us never forget Sid’s reaction to Geno’s goal that one time [x]
You can just taste the social anxiety.