I am obviously wasting my time.
Came home from a sweet night full of sweeps, armbars, attempted triangles, and good old-fashioned verbal scandal. Showered, got into some comfy cozies, and settled down with some tofu and noodles to find this in the TV listings.
"Oh, for feck's sakes, say it ain't so. Is it? Can it be...?"
Why, yes. Yes, it is.
The Wrestler it is not. It's not even bad-ass.
It is ass-bad. As in ass-fucking-fishy-smelling-crusty-oozing-herpes-sore-licking-bad. Really, what is there to say, except...
Watch out for that sneaky Implant Buster, sweet Velvet. Because as the Commentator says, yours sure are purdy.
Now bring on the staple guns and dollar bills!
hilarious. the implant buster! i'm teaching that stuff.
ReplyDeleteAwesome, as long as no one practices on mine! However, I do volunteer Brian's sweet ones...
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