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They sucked, I think.

Sounds like a good idea, Thoth. I'd offer to join in for interviewingations, but I don't have a way to recordulate my voice. Also, since I'm an idiot, what exactly is 'podcast' form? Finally, Z and Thoth should make for an interesting duo. And stuff.

That's actually a pretty awesometacular idea, Tom. Also, it kind of reminds me when in Blanka/Andrea vs. M. Bison/Ace Lezaire, Ace distracted Blanka with a bone to get the win. Huzzahs for things!

Have Ghost Machine eat him. Whole. Perhaps in the middle of a promo in the ring or something.

DJ Format featuring Abdominal - "I'm Good"

Guess we better ship it out to Hungary, then.

I know it as "Woke Up This Morning" by Alabama 3, but, yeah. Also, "Yakety Sax" is cool, too (Benny Hill) Maybe more later...

Blort. No more Slyage. HEY MAN DO YOU REMEMBER THAT TIME WITH THE STUFF? IT WAS COOL, HUH? YEAH, SO, POTATOES AND SUCH! Uh...shit. I was going to say more, but I suck at everything, so, meh. Good luck with future things and such, or whatever. Sly amz teh yay.

Oh, yeah, I forgot... Ejiro ripped me off! I had Zangief as referee for Andrea Montgomery/Blanka vs. Ace Lezaire/M. Bison last year! The spinning piledriver was included in that match, too. Fuckin' Jir ripping me off...

Jeez, guys. It's very easy to determine if Ghost Machine is or is not a robot. Simply consult the article I wrote: Robots!

This one might fit better in Comics and Lit., but screw them: Legolas vs. Bullseye.

And translated to Ukranian, Ronald "Red" Harrington is Viktor "Vik" Tkzvkkxyllkxxvzzykikd

Not particularly. That leaves more time for me to melt my own face!

Meh, I can help slam out a co-write if you want. I guess I should get around to writing that promo where I say Buck's going to be out of action for a bit...

BLARGLE! I HAD ASKED TO REMAIN UNBOOKED FOR QUITE SOME TIME. HUZZAH FOR LANDON GETTING ANOTHER WIN AGAINST ME (IF HE WRITES, THAT IS). THIS IS MOST UN-HERBOTRONICAL!

Poor Maddix. He deserves better. Fucking Landon. That asshole.

You need to knuckle up and be a man, Chris. Just tell them point-blank "Look, mothefuckers, I need to use the computer so I can book the card for a fake, internet-based wrestling federation, damn it!" Maybe waive a gun around while you say this.

*Prepares to get laughed at by the geeks* Yoda vs. Lord Voldemort Dumbledore vs. Palpatine I'm a damned loser...

I liked that match with those two people, and when that one guy beat the other one. No, not him, that other dude. Overall, I give everything a bloated Cuban hooker out of ten blind squirrells trying to masturbate a pineapple. (Y)

Or, since he's already a mod, let Kibs book. It won't mean he'll have to read the shows or anything though, since that's lame.

Bump post, complete with veggie porn! Corn and Broccoflower (If you can't read the Corn's dialogue, ask me): Watermelon and Carrot: Tomato and Cucumber (Or Zucchini, I guess): Sorry to Thoth for not including any lettuce.

I humbly apologize. The above comments were directed at Patrick, and your post slipped between the two. Were I in Bulgaria, where the flamingo is feared by all and tweezers are the currency, I would surely assault you with a bombardment of dead mice, as in the days of Sir Tom Petty, before his fatal encounter with rabid dimes, that his. However, I find myself stranded at the salad bar of a Egyptian buffet restaurant, and there is a severe lack of fried pig socks. Rest assured, though, that once I blast out with help from lactating Frenchmen, you will receive such a beating, the likes of which haven't been seen since David Bowie was nearly consumed by a frozen mastadon in Toledo, Ohio, in 1384, and I shall render you unrecognizable to your mute barber, who just so happens to be Don Knotts.

Dear sir, please refrain from making such hasty replies, especially in your state, as it is highly unlikely that the jellyfish stings to your potato's rectum have had sufficient time to heal. However, since you did willingly 'call me out' as the local children say before they are ripped apart by stampeding termites, I feel obligated to retort. The velocity of an invisible Texan man of thirty years of age varies inversely to his weight after eating a fried axle and being clubbed with ten pounds of harp seal placenta. So, in closing, please consider the plight of Greek marmoset farmers before you drill through the moon using only a severed goat penis and some dental floss of the 'mint' variety.

/me blades with the fury of a million suns /me hugs Muzz through a table, left-handed

Ha! You don't even know what those words mean, Magnifico, for it has been proven by Ted Danson that people with femur diameters similar to yours are unable to comprehend the complexeties of a Swiss ostritch rodeo.