I thought that said "Patrick is completely mental."
Oh yeah, I always turn over magazines that have people on the cover. Especially if they're smiling.
I hope it is. That's what I like about it.
Someone want to put all this techno-babble into common man's terms? Like "good," "really good," "kickass," something?
I'll buy that piece of shit belt, burn it, and then flush the ashes down a toilet, even if it was signed by someone who had talent.
How did you get back in here? Not even the revered WWE folder is sacred anymore.
I called the SummerSlam '94 hotline. Damned if I remember what I heard (something about the Razor/Diesel match), but I know I didn't have permission. Stickin' it to the man even as a kid, ya know.
No it isn't, if you suspend disbelief for a bit and immerse yourself in kayfabe. This is really old school.
I mean, "step up to the big leagues?" This is awesome.
Yipes, checkered pants.
Unless they were purple and black. That'd be awesome.
I could beatbox for your band. I'm already slated to be my friends' band's entire rhythm section.