PILLS! PILLS! PILLS!

Yeah, no. That would never work. Mandatory time off for all talents? Maybe.

Come on guys, this is easily the best draft going on right now and it is moving inexcusably slow. Gift of Gab The wave of underground continues. Keith Murray Quite the steal this late in the game. He and Erick Sermon work very well together, so I'm glad that I have both.

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I remember that now. They also did something like that at WrestleMania IV and V, with Jesse up in the stands by the announce booth. The WrestleMania V bit didn't make the Coliseum Video cut, but it was released as a part of the original 13 VHS box set back in 1997.

Yeah, Hunter said that they were on eBay (does that even make sense?) and used it to antagonize her into giving him a spot in the Royal Rumble. You know, for kids!

I think that I once knew this one, but I forget. Therefore, I must ask again: At WrestleMania III, Jesse Ventura was shown escorting Matilda the Bulldog to the back. What was that all about?

Another experimental heel vs. heel match from 1992. Complete with commentary from Gorilla Monsoon and Alfred Hayes. And a weird ending. Repo Man vs. Papa Shango

I miss Old School Wednesday on Rap City. They don't still air that, do they?

Foley is... the com-mis-sion-er!

Time for Brody to pop in with his catchphrase.

Whoa, I forget all about Nunzio. I kept thinking that he was released in 2007.

Wolfpac Sting?

Cotton candy?

Great. They're not going to drop the Vickie nude pictures thing yet. Lucky us.

I kizzzan't wizzait!

Ah, the man that got away. Anybody still think that TNA rues the day that Jerry Jarrett brought Kozlov to WWE Headquarters?

You're probably right. I'll keep the Kizarny stuff to myself for a bit.

I know that she does. Ezekiel Jackson reminds me a lot of Curtis Hughes.

Boy, Michelle McCool just sucks...

Hunter is such a lousy face. He's lucky he's got cred that he can coast off of.

I don't even think that TNA is stupid enough to try and do that again... Okay, they probably are...

Same boat. Didn't drink. I really don't give a shit about New Year's anymore. Seems like a good night to get run off the road. I did have a critical blowup with my girlfriend last night/this morning, so 2009 already looks like it's going to be swell.

Don't remind me.