IT'S LAYDEEZ NITE.

It's Ladies' Night! Cheap beer! Hot menfolks! Free Patrick Kane with proof of I.D!

To distract myself from the fact that all of Boston is creaming itself over the Bruins, this post goes out TO THE LAYDEEZ. And dudes who like dudes.  And pretty much anyone with eyes.

ON A LIGHTER NOTE

I THINK WE ALL NEED TO CHEER UP.

So I bring you the first in what is sure to be a long, looong line of photoshop abominations.

Last night I totally couldn't sleep and in that strange state where you are thinking, but it's not exactly coherent and you can't quite control it, my inner monologue went something like this:

"At least we scored against the... meows. Meooooooooow.  Meeeeeeeeeeow.  We should separate out all the catboys, like Mike Richards..."

So because my subconscious thinks he is a catboy, I present the following.

Fig. 1- Captain Catboy

You know you want a piece of that, you dirty furry.

THERE.  Now you are sufficiently cheered up.