Mr. S£im Citrus

How do you guys remember so many people you went to high school with? Is it because you're still so young, or is it because you never left home? I mean, I've only had correspondence with three people I went to high school with since I left: my two friends and the asshole that became my nephew's biological father. Hell, when I was driving my HHG across country last year, I stopped in Chicago to look my friend up, and that was the first time I'd even been back to Illinois in ten years. I don't think I could name ten people I went to high school with; I couldn't even remember the names of ten guys I was on the wrestling team with, and I did that for four years.

Join the Navy.

You know, I never did beat Craven...

Not a Kroft fan?

Don't feel too bad; it happens to a lot of people. In fact, since I'm about to start a new job, and I've decided to go back to school, it might happen to me. Get your life settled and then, if you feel like it, come on back.

I never said that I'd wait to do it in the ring; I'm just saying that I wouldn't pass up the opportunity to do it in the ring, too. Basically, If I was in Owen's shoes, I'd fuck him up on sight, every time I saw him.

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Well, I guess you can call me a thug, then... because if I was in Owen's shoes, and I had the chance to do so, you can bet your ass that *I* would have taken liberties with him. I guess that's just shows the differene between people - you'd beat up someone for tricking your brother to lose a title that's decided by a booker anyways and not actually a legitimate sports title and then make fun of his while he went off to a HUGE Turner payday.I'd beat someone up because blood is thicker than water, and the enemy of my brother is my enemy, too. Worked sport or not, I don't think that there's any question that Bret and Shawn are enemies; Shawn would probably screw Bret over just for the hell of it, given the chance. And, if Bret was my brother and I had the opportunity to get some getback? Damn straight I would.

Well, I guess you can call me a thug, then... because if I was in Owen's shoes, and I had the chance to do so, you can bet your ass that *I* would have taken liberties with him.

Since when does putting more blame on Edge the same as giving Lita a free pass? When did he say that he doesn't find her at fault?

Well, while I think that Gumby is a little over the top, I have to say that I was a lot more into the literary stop (stops?) on the Fictional World Tour than I was the video game/pop culture stops. So, if we have to do it again, let's have more books and fewer video games.

I'm not sure what was wrong with the non-fictional World Tour; that seemed to be going okay.

I'm not sure how you draw the conclusion that he gave her the benefit of the doubt just because he appears to have forgiven her. Didn't he pretty much say that the reason that they are back on friendly terms is that she admitted that what she did was wrong? How does that equate to giving her the benefit of the doubt? As hard as it might be to fathom, sometimes people do forgive the people that cheat on them; turn the other cheek, and all that... Now, that's not saying that he would forgive Edge if he admitted fault, but it seems to me that he definitely stated that he forgave Lita at least in part because she took responsibility for her actions, whereas Edge didn't admit any wrongdoing.

How is that possible?

You don't know?

"Don't Need Your Love," by The Game.

Amy vs Toccarra. Make it happen.

He's doing the Old Testament, too, right?

I know what my stepmom is getting for Christmas...

I never contested that the NBA still has heavy influence; that's obvious. And, since the WNBA still owes them a boatload of money (which they've already started to pay back), they probably should have some influence... all I said was that they're not subsidizing the league anymore; since the 2003 CBA was signed, the WNBA has been paying it's own way. I'm not sure if I get the objection to WNBA games being on ABC; it's not like they've ever pre-empted some major event in another sport to broadcast a WNBA game... nothing else is going on except baseball, and ABC doesn't have a deal to broadcast MLB. You act like they're putting the games on in prime time... they're coming on at 1 in the afternoon on the weekend; what the hell else would they put on, bowling? About the dunking, I personally don't think that the WNBA needs it; besides which, the sort of people that don't like the WNBA aren't going to watch regardless of whether the women can dunk or not.

Yep. During the later minutes of the game, they decided to stop and have a "slam dunk" contest. Only one made it... and it was pathetic. Why must David Stern keep this WNBA farce going on forever. Yeah, the slam dunk debacle was a joke. But, I like the WNBA, so piss off for the rest of your comments. And the NBA is no longer subsidizing the WNBA; it hasn't been for three years now.

“So, Mister LeCroix,” begins brain care specialist Gag Halfrunt, “what brings you to my offices today?” “Well, I was referred t’you by my doctor,” explains Wildchild. “He t’inks dat I’m dealing wit’ a problem dat’s right up your alley, an’ since we’re on dis Worl’ Tour, you happened t’be de closest available in your specialty.” “Very well then,” replies Doctor Halfrunt. “And what is the nature of your problem?” “Well, I’ve been having dis pain in my shoulder recen’ly,” says Dominic, rubbing his right shoulder. It’s been bot’ering me for almos’ two weeks now.” “So,” says Halfrunt, jotting something down on a scratch pad. “You appear to be having pain in your shoulder, have you?” “Oui,” responds Wildchild. “Dat’s what I said.” “So, that’s what you said, is it?” “Dat is what I said.” “I see,” says Halfrunt. “So, that is what you said, is it?” “Oui.” “So, your answer to my question, ‘that is what you said, is it,’ is yes?” “Oui.” “I see,” repeats Halfrunt, jotting some more information down onto his scratch pad. “Well, this is all very interesting…” Dominic stares at the brain care specialist with a tired expression. “Doctor Halfrunt, about dis pain in my right shoulder?” “So,” says Halfrunt, “you appear to be having pain in your…” “OUI!” exclaims Wildchild, standing up angrily. “Well… this, too is very interesting,” says Halfrunt. “But why does it require a brain care specialist?” WC calms down, and returns warily to his seat. “Well, de SWF’s staff medical doctor said dat he didn’ t’ink dat my shoulder pain was due t’any physical damage. In fact, he said dat he t’inks it’s…” Dominic pauses to fish a scrap of paper out of his jacket pocket, “uh… psychosomatic.” “Is that so?” asks Halfrunt, suddenly looking interested. “And you say that this pain began to occur a couple of weeks ago, did you? Why don’t you tell me what occurred in your life during that time?” FIFTY-FIVE MINUTES LATER… “Well, Mister LeCroix, I think that we made some fascinating discoveries here today,” says Gag, as he opens his office door to usher WC out, “don’t you?” “Uh… yeah,” replies Dominic, with a blank expression on his face. “T’anks, doc.” Halfrunt nods his head in satisfaction. “That will be five thousand Alterian dollars. Please see my receptionist on your way out to arrange for payment.” “T’ank god for a healt’ plan,” mutters WC, as Gag returns to his office and closes the door behind him. Melissa Fasaki rises from her seat in the waiting room as soon as she sees her boyfriend. “So… what did he say?” “He said dat…” Dominic pauses to run his hands through his hair. “I need t’go talk to Joe Peters.” “We came all the way here for that?” “No, no, no,” replies WC, shaking his head. “What he tol’ me in dere is WHY I have t’go see Peters. C’mon; let me take care of dis bill, an’ I’ll explain on de way…”

I guess I'm the only one here who still likes ER.

Remarkable; G is just now turning twenty-six, and he's been retired for five years. I was twenty-seven when I joined up. Anyways, happy birthday to Mister Galatea, even though he was long gone before I ever got here.