Fuckin' A, man.
So I thought Jack Thompson was a boil on the ass of humanity with his "violent video games are what's wrong with the world today" bullshit. But then the WBC decided they needed to protest at the funerals of the kids who were at Virginia Tech.
Can anybody tell me why these people haven't had the ever-lovin' shit beaten out of them yet?! I mean, seriously. I say a bunch of us get in a car, drive up to wherever they live in Kansas, then beat them like Joe Pesci got beaten at the end of Casino. I mean, just lay a good, old-fashioned ass-whuppin' on them, redneck-meets-mob-boss-style. Then, at the end of all the bloody shenanigans, yell out, "AUSTIN 3:16, MOTHERFUCKERS!!!"
I bet not even Vince McMahon and his greedy ass would wanna sue.
Speaking of wrestling. I was watching some match between John Cena and Shawn Michaels. Apparently, I missed Cena getting hurt in his shoulder and Michaels getting hurt in his back. But, and here's where it gets funny, I realized that if you're too fucking stupid to realize that wrestling offers proof that it's fake, then you shouldn't be allowed to watch it. Cena has his shoulder so fucked up, that he is constantly grabbing it in pain, yet he can lift a man onto said shoulder, sans problems. Same for Michaels.
I'm watching it, mildly entertained because at 11 pm, anything is fucking entertaining. But as I watch it, the announcers are like, "I CAN'T BELIEVE HOW TOUGH THESE GUYS ARE!"
That's the magic of steroids. But it's the magic of faking injuries so that they can make this crap seem more dramatic than it really is.
And before you say it, yes, I know I went from thing to another without much of a segue.
Can anybody tell me why these people haven't had the ever-lovin' shit beaten out of them yet?! I mean, seriously. I say a bunch of us get in a car, drive up to wherever they live in Kansas, then beat them like Joe Pesci got beaten at the end of Casino. I mean, just lay a good, old-fashioned ass-whuppin' on them, redneck-meets-mob-boss-style. Then, at the end of all the bloody shenanigans, yell out, "AUSTIN 3:16, MOTHERFUCKERS!!!"
I bet not even Vince McMahon and his greedy ass would wanna sue.
Speaking of wrestling. I was watching some match between John Cena and Shawn Michaels. Apparently, I missed Cena getting hurt in his shoulder and Michaels getting hurt in his back. But, and here's where it gets funny, I realized that if you're too fucking stupid to realize that wrestling offers proof that it's fake, then you shouldn't be allowed to watch it. Cena has his shoulder so fucked up, that he is constantly grabbing it in pain, yet he can lift a man onto said shoulder, sans problems. Same for Michaels.
I'm watching it, mildly entertained because at 11 pm, anything is fucking entertaining. But as I watch it, the announcers are like, "I CAN'T BELIEVE HOW TOUGH THESE GUYS ARE!"
That's the magic of steroids. But it's the magic of faking injuries so that they can make this crap seem more dramatic than it really is.
And before you say it, yes, I know I went from thing to another without much of a segue.
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