Jennifer retweeted
Rick Tocchet on Matvei Michkov's English helping him on the ice:
"I think it's huge, the English. He's doing it by himself, he's doing a lot of stuff by himself. That's grown, maturity thing, it's really helping him. Like describing a play, now, he speaks up, before he was shy."
Jennifer retweeted
Ziggy didn't hear no bell. 🥊
#CBJvsPHI | #LetsGoFlyers
PHI vs. CBJ: Zegras cuts into the lead
Jennifer retweeted
Dan Rather
Here is my message to every eligible voter, whatever your political affiliation: If this worn and battered old journalist at age 94 can get to the polls, then surely so can you.
Jennifer retweeted
This treasonous South African IMMIGRANT motherfucker belongs BEHIND BARS.
Who here is inclined to agree? 🤚🏾
Jennifer retweeted
Best news of the day: I got my Mamogram results back in the mail. No signs of breast cancer. My mom had breast cancer and I had kidney cancer in the past so it was always a concern. High risk. No cancer. YAY.💚
Jennifer retweeted
#Flyers bench watching Hunter McDonald fight during yesterday's game vs the Ducks.
📸: me
#FlyersNittyGritty #LetsGoFlyers
Jennifer retweeted
Hey America, I don’t mean to brag or anything but our leader doesn’t talk about people’s asses during his speeches because he’s not a demented fucking moron.
Jennifer retweeted
Imagine if Martone and Michkov had Leo Carlsson as their Center?
No disrespect to Noah Cates, but man, that would have been awesome
#Flyers
Jennifer retweeted
Matvei Michkov:
"We need to score, we need hard chances, score, score, score."
Kids turning into a leader.
#Flyers
Jennifer retweeted
The Earth is 4.543 billion years old and you’re lucky enough to be alive at the same time as LeBron James and Cole Knuble in Philadelphia.
Jennifer retweeted
The night before Flyers-Ducks is basically like Christmas Eve except much better
I’ll be there tomorrow with my awesome mom
Let’s meet up
Jennifer retweeted
Old MAGA white lady says I should “go back to my own country” if I don’t like Donald Trump’s America.
So, I parked my buffalo in her driveway, set up my teepee on her front yard and said “I’m home, what’s for dinner?”























