In no particular order are the follow-ups to several previous postings:
- There's no way that I can properly follow up my post on the recent WWE releases in light of Mr. Excitement's excellent comments (by the way, if you haven't read them, go read them NOW, because this isn't going to be anywhere near as good), but there were three more releases since my initial posting. Jim Cornette, who had been working down in Ohio Valley Wrestling, was let go after bitchslapping a student (Tangent: a slap is what women do to coldcat in bars; a bitchslap is what datdjrobp does to crashnet's ass when he's six inches deep in it) who, by all accounts, deserved it. The suitcase, who was prominently featured in a main event handicap match between “Stone Cold” Steve Austin and Vince and Shane McMahon, also was let go. It had most recently been on TV seconding Edge as part of his “money in the bank” gimmick.
Also released was Charlie Sims, who had been in limbo ever since the Heartland Wrestling Alliance, where he had been a trainer, closed down. Sims was best known for being part of the Depression Wednesday faction that introduced Crashnet, Billy Armbarr, and the recently-released C-Deezy fa Sheezy (then known as C-Dawg) to the WWE. His career stalled shortly after the group's break-up and Sims was repackaged as “Trenchcoat” Charlie Sims, a gimmick that bore a strong similarity to Waylon Mercy. Despite a solid debut, the gimmick tanked and Sims found himself working dark matches and occasional one-shots under a variety of masks. An unfortunate incident involving Jacob Abromowicz kept Sims out of the ring for several months, which led to him becoming involved with HWA.
There's really nothing else to the story about driving with my sister. We drove to Pinckney, then to Gregory, then back to Dexter by way of Hell. I'd never been to Gregory or Hell before. For the record, the roads to Hell are in lousy shape, but I'm sure the pavers meant well. All in all, I made her drive for over an hour, which she says made her feet hurt.
Ah, yes, the 52 plan. Let's not talk about that.
I still hate Justin, especially since he keeps giving me new reasons. Have you read the advertising section lately? There are probably infants all over the world, with male reproductive systems still developing their auxiliary brains, and do you know what the first thoughts those brains will probably have? Not “me play show and tell” or “Clay has a cute ass”... no, it's going to be “when I grow up, I want to be like Justin, because that guy's a REAL DICK.”
That's all I've got. Really.
He can if he goes in twice
Dude.. djrob can by no way go six inches deep with only a three inch dick