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Wouldn't it be easier, and for the benefit of TSM in the long run to simply kill Jingus?

POOFNAR must be in there, or it shall rain avacados for the next sixty days. Chicken McNuggets for the Soul (Or whatever the one with red-vested Raynor action figure and matching-eyes Edwin action figure from Burger King was called. "They need the real MEEEE!") Edwin's wacky heel-run, just because. The first triple cage match from 13th Hour back in '82 (Hey, Sacred showed up at the end...) I won't, however, mention the Dance-Off, only for the fact that I'm sure about a jillion other people will say it too. That time Grand Slam beat Stubby (Hey, if it was enough of an accomplishment for it to make the Midnight Carnival website, it can be on the DVD. Then again, so did "Puffy like a bunny", in describing why Edwin rocks.)

Ken Follett's On Wings of Eagles It's the true story of Ross Perot organizing a prison break for two of his employees in Iran in 79. Crazy Ross Perot.

Nameage: There seemed to be quite a few Andreas at my school in MS, and Montgomery sounded fairly southern, so, meh. As for teh GOATz0r, that was prior to my brain transplant, and I was like "GOAT amz be Greetest of All Tim. That be coolz!" I basically decided to make the two siblings on a whim, and I named him Zutroy because that was the name Galatea used when he'd explain to ML sign-ups about labelling match PMs. Looks: I LIEK PONIESZ! Characterification: I never really put too much thought into stuff like that. Any character development/growth was purely coincidental. Or accidental. RememberifiBORT! - I don't know. I mean, the whole "I created the first stats template back on the 'I Haven't Done This Here Yet So I'll Start' thread" along with being sort of the longest standing member (Minus large chunks where I think I was dead), isn't bad. Same with me being the first female character to win a title (Or heck, first female writer for that matter.), and were it not for Zed's "colour" bias (Meaning he prefers colour to color), first female to win the world title. But really, something like "Best Comedic Promo" or just "Most Fucked Up In the Head Person" is good enough for me.

So what would the end result be if Czech, Jingus, and a kitten were kept in a room for several months?

BEINGZ COME TO CHAT, WHORE PENISES!

Paul Wall featuring Mike Jones - "U Don't Know" HEAT!

Word. We'd own all of you with Crunk Power.

Crazy Muzzums. I shall whoat for you or something. Oh, G, I want that new GLB album. And any previous ones, too.

And "Just a Closer Walk With Thee", right?

Same as the sentence "Pack my box with five dozen liquor jugs" And uses a few less letters, too. And it's called a pangram if I'm not mistaken. Both were in the novel Ella Minnow Pea Also, in reference to the foot/penis measurements, I've always heard that the forearm matches the foot in length. Or something.

Oh, and in response to Maddix mentioning lack of promos, depending on how much more insane I become, I might put together a Promo Mad Libs. Those are still cool, right? Just imagine Toxx standing in the ring shouting to the fans, "You stupid (crab apples)" and we can all marvel at his vast knowledge of nouns, adverbs, and the like.

Yeah, but you don't count Mark, because you are old and smell of Icy Hot and pea soup.

I've always wondered. When someone's role changes, does that mean the player, say, changed batting order just in that month? If so, I blame the Crunk Machine moving Tiny to middle reliever for that second loss of his.

*staggers out from behind the Mists of Time* Eh, we've had mega-depleted rosters before. NOW TESTIFY!!

Thanks to King, I discovered the last digit of pi. I think.

That's because he's the bastard son of Robin Williams. I think.

I just threw up on my dinner plate. Why? What's wrong with this:

You didn't bring back the Partial Birth/Abortion Hat costume?

Hey, I did the best I could without a lyric sheet, only knowing that Edwin had the middle part, and other such things. Now, start picking apart your mad lyrics and let us all know of your use of spondee and things.

[Greg] I know a guy named Aaron He used to have a girl named Catherine But he never got pussy, he never got laid (No way) And that's why we say that Aaron is gay! [Watson 310 Mafia] Aaron! Is gay! (2X) [Greg]Aaron's gonna kick my ass For writin' this song But we all know why he really wants to fight Just so he can grab at my schlong Because [Watson 310 Mafia] Aaron! Is gay! (4X) Aaron is a homosexual Aaron is a fucking faggot Aaron is gay (3X) [Aaron] What was that guys? [Watson 310 Mafia] Aaron is gay (3X) [Aaron] C'mon guys, tell me [Watson 310 Mafia] Aaron is gay (5X) [Edwin MacPhisto] Gay, gay in every possible way I say I've got more rhymes then he'll ever get play From girls that is, cause man he loves the jizz It's not his and hers, it's his and his Cum rules everything around him [Watson 310 Mafia] CREAM! [Edwin MacPhisto] To ream a boy's ass That's Aaron's dream Goes down on his knees, head starts to bob, Shuck your rod like corn on the cob A priest, a kid, a sailor man, all are victims in Aaron's hands But the 310 Mafia can always skank you, Vandervort, we're gonna verbally rape you! [Watson 310 Mafia] Aaron is gay (2X) Aaron [Greg] Sucks my penis [Trixie] I hear Aaron's got a new girlfriend Her name is Allison When I saw this bitch, I said "God damn!" Aaron must be gay because she looks like a man! [Aaron] Thank you guys for being here in my time of need I just wanted to post this to see if Edwin would break down his own sick rhymes...

Is there nobody else in chat or did I enter chat purgatory/limbo? Seriously, nobody seems to be in chat when I come in anymore. Also, I think I broke my amp, so any help with that would be cool.

Exactly, Dace.

What the fans really want is the Rae Carruth Experience where you hide in the trunk of a car for several hours.

And there's no point in trying to get him to look like Easy E, since that character exists as Ryder. I really should give CJ pink hair, the leopard print cowboy hat, the heart print boxers, and maybe sandals and socks, and that's it and let him run around town. What about making CJ fat with a bald head. I want Al Roker out there poppin' caps, damn it!