Angel_Grace_Blue

If I wasn't so lame, I might make this a series or something, but, meh.

I don't see why they should. That 'CRACK!' was his hip breaking. Happy birthdification to you, Slammy.

Except when it comes to MANSONOSITY. MANSONOSITY can nullify anything.

Yes you did, Spike. And I call it 'salsaweight title' because in a promo, Tom Flesher, who thought little of the Cruiserweight (Or, if you were to ask WC, World Cruiserweight) title, that he used it as a salsa, sour cream, and guacamole plate for tortilla chips. WC hated it, but most everyone else thought the idea was hilarious.

"Did" as in you did get fucking pissed when Tom made it the salsaweight title.

But it wouldn't be as fun because I doubt anyone cares as much about this belt than Double-See did for the cruiserweight.

Just wondering, after watching Soylent Green last night, what are the most commonly known spoilers/spoilers people know without watching the movie. I'd say that "SOYLENT GREEN IS PEOPLE!" qualifies, among others.

Just PM me with what you'd like to see a comic on, and I'll try to accomodate.

And another!

Yeah, sorry. It's known to the handful of people over at the SWF where I frequent, that, all things considered, I'm a horrible poster.

So, I'd heard that Slim Thug's cd should have been out sometime in February, but it's obviously not, and on the Geffen records page, all it says is 2005 for the date, no month or day, unlike some of the other albums listed. Anyone have a clue as to when it might be coming out?

You know what would be cool right now? Some more people to come to chat.

In his Comedy Central special, Patton Oswalt mentioned metal bands from the 80s that rocked so hard they could change the physical properties of things, like blasting holes in walls, or transforming crappy cars into sleek sports cars. According to him, the epitome/moment of shark jumpage for this concept was when Ted Nugent deflected bullets in a Damn Yankees video. Perhaps I'll reply with thoughts of my own at a later time.

I say call it whatever, but keep up the tradition of renaming it things like the UK title, or the Awesometastic Belt, and whatnot. Or something.

Mickey's knockouts from Snatch Deebo getting knocked the fuck out from Friday Ted calmly cutting off the pinky and taking the cash from Four Rooms. Bruce Dern's slide tackle on Hans from The Burbs (Though part of it is just for the "Hey, Pinnochio! Where're you goin'?" part) Not as much, but Dern telling Corey Feldman to get the lame-os out of his yard. Randy Quaid explaining his legal system from Caddyshack 2. More to perhaps come at a later time.

You know that promo I recently posted, WC, the one you replied in? It's main purpose was to remove Andrea from the SWF in every way. You silly decidedly non-French type person.

Swisha House! But, yeah, Mike does let people know who he is, and sometimes gives out his phone number. In case you'd like to call Mr. Jones, it's 281-330-8004.

Just wanted to say that rugby (Union, that is. I don't know much, if any, about league), can be fast-paced and exciting, especially if the teams have a strong group of backs. Nothing wrong with a good set of forwards, but sometimes, the rolling mauls get to be a bit much. And of course, very limited play stoppage, and usually for not very long. Now, if only the US could field a half-decent team...

MC Abdominal - JSP from 665 linked to DJ Format's video for "We Know Something You Don't Know", which, by the way, is pretty awesome, and there were also some DJ Format featuring Abdominal videos there, so I figured I'd watch them, hoping for more guys in animal suits breakdancing. However, it was a good hip hop fellow. So I downloaded as much as I could find, because he's all Canadian (And format's English), so I'm not going to find his records at the store.

As some of you might know, (And then again, some might not), the Discovery channel is doing some Greatest American show, so I thought it'd be interesting to see who the TSMers consider to be great. I'm not going to limit this to a single country, however, as that would totally suck. So, basically, list who you think is awesome in your home country (And I suppose home city, if you feel like it). American: Norman Borlaug - Nothing major, just happened to save roughly a billion people from starvation across the world. Texas: Stevie Ray Vaughan, I guess. I've heard stories that he was pretty decent on guitar. El Paso - Whoever ends up murdering Crono T with a blunt object. Mississippi: Robert Johnson. Another one of those guys who's supposed to be good on guitar. Hattiesburg - Fuck...Afroman. I'd do one for Alabama/Auburn, but I've only just recently moved here. Bo Jackson, I guess...

Ini Kamoze - "Here Comes the Hotstepper" Volume 10 - "Pistol Grip Pump" Can't tell you how hard it was to find that version and not the one by Rage. Those fuckers.

Oh, and remember that one promo where I made fun of Thoth? That was cool.

“Drea? Can I come in?” Zutroy asks. He doesn’t wait for a reply, however, and wheels himself into the room just as Andrea Montgomery quickly lets down a large landscape print that covers an entire wall of her room. “Thanks for knocking, Jerk-roy,” Andrea says, a tinge of bitterness in her voice. “Excuse me for wanting to see my sister. Ever since we got to Biloxi, you’ve been in your room. Thought you might have died,” her brother replies. “What’ve you been doing in here, anyway?” “Things that frankly don’t concern you,” she says. “Drea, Drea, Drea. How many times have we gone over this. Zutroy. My name is Zutroy, not Frankly,” the elder Montgomery states, cracking a smile which his sister returns, albeit slowly. “Seriously, though, what have you been up to in here?” “I told you, it’s not any of your business,” she shoots back. “Fine, I’ll figure it out for myself!” With that, Zutroy wheels himself to the landscape print and yanks it down, revealing a wall covered with newspaper and magazine clippings and photographs. “The hell?” mutters a bemused former G.O.A.T. He squints at an article, then glances at a cluster of pictures, all of the same person: the Sexual Maskosaurus himself, The Masked Man. “The hell?” Zutroy repeats, as he’s a bit slow to catch on. “No, don’t tell me...you don’t still...you can’t...” he mumbles, at a loss for coherent thoughts. “Yes, I still like him, love him, really, and I’m going to find him and tell him that!” Andrea shouts. “But how? He just disappeared!” Zutroy yells back. “Take a look at those clippings. I’ve been scanning every paper every place we’ve been, looking for something, some clue, and I think I’ve got it,” she says, defiantly pointing at an article. Zutroy quickly scans it, then shakes his head, exasperated. “How can you even be sure that this is him they’re talking about?” “It says Orofino, Idaho. That’s where he was from. It’s the best thing I’ve got to go on, so I’m going to find him,” Drea says. “And then what? Say you manage to track him down and tell him how you feel? What if he blows you off?” Zutroy questions. “I won’t try to make him like me or anything, so I guess I’ll just come back here and get back with the SWF. But, if it turns out he’s got the same feelings for me as I do for him, I suspect you won’t hear from me for a long, long time,” Andrea says. She takes a quick glance at her wristwatch and practically wigs out. “Zutroy! It’s almost three o’clock! You’ve got six minutes to get down to the rec center for your cheerleader tryout! You’ve got to get moving, buddy!” Drea shouts. Her big brother promptly starts wheeling out of the room. “Crap! Thanks for reminding me. I’ve practiced too hard to forget about those tryouts. Good luck with your trip.” Zutroy exits, leaving Andrea to herself. She heads to the closet, opens it up, and pulls out a suitcase. She throws in a few armfuls of clothes, then a large book on the bedside table catches her eye. Andrea heads to the window, and upon seeing Zutroy wheeling himself down the sidewalk, makes for the book. Drea grabs the hard cover copy of Drunken Brawlings by John Cleese, and opens it to the middle of the book, where there lies a hammer. Andrea grabs the hammer and walks towards a section of wall next to the closet. She smashes in the drywall and pulls out a box cutter nestled between the studs. She takes the boxcutter, pushes the mattress to the floor, and slices open the boxspring, revealing a screwdriver. Drea picks it up and pries up a loose floorboard. After a moment of digging around, she pulls out a large rat trap. Drea puts the trap into a gash at the back of the closet, gives it a twist, and the wall turns. Andrea takes a moment to look over the items attached to the wall, and grabs a string of garlic. She hops up and snags a large crystal from a rack, and on the way down takes a can of shoe polish. Placing her shoulder against it, Drea turns the wall around and places the items into her suitcase. “I just hope I won’t have to use any of those,” she says to herself. “Then again, that’s what this is for,” Drea mutters as she pulls a piece of knotted string from her pocket and wraps it around her hand and kisses it. Andrea zips up the suitcase, straightens the room up as best she can, heads for the door, and takes one last look back before turning off the light.

I read it, I just didn't really have much to say, what with me not having been following the fed for the last few months. It's a good promo, but as I said, I'm not up to date enough to know how it connects with other stuff.

Yeah. I was going to find the promos, but most of them were from shows. So, borty. It sort of started in this one promo where I ripped off EWR's "Wrestler is seen walking around some corridors" where in one part, Drea overheard an extended conversation between Mask and some guy in 'Romanian', which was actually the random gibberish JSP posted on the LJ he made. Then, I did the "Periscope" one that Toxx mentioned. And like one more. Maybe a few others.