PILLS! PILLS! PILLS!

O, hai!

What's the deal with the name change, Franchise? Are you just trying to fuck with me?

If you want announcers then go for it. They are not compulsory, though.

For my own personal amusement, I'd like to take that bitch Shirley Phelps-Roeper out with my bare hands. Having one less psychopathic religious zealot on this planet would be nothing short of a wonderful thing.

Well, you know what they say about Mil Mascaras. He sucks.

I just threw out my back laughing at that video. I'll have my accountant forward the hospital bill.

You made me spill my drink on purpose.

* grits teeth *

I will give up racial slurs. How long does this last anyway?

Is it too late to give something up? Aw, too bad.

T.I. was wrong anyway. No oven-baked ice cream cake for him.

I want more and faster.

Like when they ran Poughkeepsie and the like? Yeah, those venues looked like shit. It was depressing. Why didn't they just stick with the Manhattan Center?

You forgot to use the word nigger in your post.

We can say nigger again.

Even though it's pretty much a given that the troupe wandered into a nuclear testing ground, the Dyatlov's Pass Incident is an all-time favorite. I remember some of these, such as the West Side Baptist Church Explosion, from Unsolved Mysteries. I loved that show.

No really, I don't get it either.

HE WAS BORN!~ YEAH MUTHERFUCKERRRRRRRRRRRR...

I can't help but laugh at this. I was discussing this very movie earlier today, and how it was the feature of a date I went on with a girl whom I became good friends with, later roommates (which kinda destroyed the good friends thing later on), that I still keep in touch with off and on. Funny.

Lindsay, summer of '98. Her and I had been on this "will they, won't they" drama for a full year. We even went to the Winter Semi-Formal together earlier that year, but nothing came of that. Finally agreed to go out on a date with me to go see The X-Files, which was playing in the secondary movie theater. I paid for tickets, she paid for refreshments. I cannot remember if we ended the evening with a kiss that night. We went out for another four months and, with the exception of a couple finger-banging sessions, never got really serious. I broke up with her on the last day of school before winter break, when she stopped by to give me my Christmas present.

On behalf of King Cucaracha The fifty-fourth draft selection... "The Enforcer" Arn Anderson

Fuck is why we all live.

On behalf of Jebus the forty-second selection... The Slammy Award Winning King of Harts... Owen Hart

On behalf of 6foot9 The forty-first draft selection is... The Dynamite Kid