I want it to be JJ Dillon
Jerry Jerry Jerry!!!!!
this wouldn't have happened if steve wilkos was here.
he'd have thrown 10 chairs and called jerry an "old sick pervert"
Sexy power couldn't even stop them
I'm honestly just replaying the NXT match in my head instead of watching the Springer/Bellas segment.
I feel weirdly proud of those four guys. They stole the show!
Can we get those NXT guys back for an encore? That was a complete waste of my time.
The entire JL needs a drink after that
And the football game is s*** too. Two things on and nothing good to watch.
But it's almost time for the Roman Empire.
Kurt Angle:"Canada is lacking two things.The first is Olympic heroes,and no Ben Johnson does not count.The second is Memorial Day.We in the States celebrate our heroes by having barbecues.I realise here in Canada you can't have barbecues because you'd be attacked by a moose,a caribou or even a grizzly,it's true! Hold on a second - you'd probably be attacked by a grizzly as well.On second thought..the Grizzlies don't beat ANYBODY here in Vancouver,let alone anywhere else,it's true,it's true!"
Save us Sons of the Dream!!
do you guys know what this is?
this is the pan galactic gargle blaster, the best drink in the known universe. drinking has the effect of having your brain smashed out by a slice of lemon wrapped around a large gold brick. its the alcoholic equivalent of a mugging: expensive and bad for the head.
i'm gonna make one so i can forget what i just saw. and in case you all need it, here is the recipe:
Take the juice from one bottle of that Ol' Janx Spirit.
Pour into it one measure of water from the seas of Santraginus V(Oh, that Santragian seawater! Oh, those Santragian fish!)
Allow three cubes of Arcturan Mega-gin to melt into the mixture (it must be properly iced or the benzene is lost).
Allow four litres of Fallian marsh gas to bubble through it, in honor of all those happy hikers who have died of pleasure in the Marshes of Fallia.
Over the back of a silver spoon float a measure of Qalactin Hypermint extract, redolent of all the heavy odors of the dark Qalactin Zones, subtle, sweet, and mystic.
Drop in the tooth of an Algolian Suntiger. Watch it dissolve, spreading the fires of the Algolian Suns deep into the heart of the drink.
Sprinkle Zamphuor.
Add an olive.
Drink . . . but . . . very carefully . . .
The Usos are the faces....right?