WhenDanSaysJump

I'll mark out so hard if, in his last match, Flair FINALLY hits whatever move from the top he's always been prevented from executing.

Uncle Kracker was bad, but what was even worse was the original X-Factor music which sounded like the Mean Street Posse theme with some dude with a cold saying "Yo" 2000 times in a row.

I'll remember him for the dorkiest voice:appearance ratio since Brock or Ken Shamrock.

And here she is smoking crack.

Dude Love/Austin @ Over The Edge 98. Set the tone for intricately booked Attitude-era brawls.

So the poor kid had Fragile X syndrome and Benoit wanted to free him of any further suffering? Oops. Fucker should have waited.

Brutal ACTUALLY = Knuckledust, 50 Caliber, Ninebar, Six Ft Ditch, etc. Check all of the above on YouTube, and probably MySpazz as well.

From Meltzer : Am I a bad person for imagining anguished cries of "OWWWWWWWWWWWW! MY KIDNEY!!!"?

Am I the only person who expected this thread to be about Chyna?

Not gone... Just... lurking.

159. ANUS~! Five points. Yeah, I'm kicking it Delphi 2000 style.

I guess I used a Shining Wizard once, but not consciously thinking "OK, I'm gonna use a Shining Wizard here" at the time.

2x4 covered in dirty maxipads from CZW Tournament of Death 2.

I had to read the funniest thread in ages on the day I have no voice, didn't I... I sound like fucking Mutley.

Instruments being played with no visible means of amplification.

"Hey, Rocky my man! Jeff Jarrett here!" "Who?"

Atomic Noogie.

People behind me on train once : "You know, the ring is actually made of sponge."

"THE DOG POOP! THE DOG POOP! ROCK BOTTOM INTO THE DOG POOP! THE DOG POOP! THE DOG POOP xinfinity"

Super Dragon's Barry White Driver.

"Oh my! That damn JBL pushed that 300-pound microphone over! And he's cussing Led Zep, Tazz! Someone stop this! That's Jimmy Paige! That's Robert Plant, Tazz! They did that damn groupie with a damn shark corpse! Oh my!" Michael Cole is at the supermarket and is told his coupons are invalid.

I don't think we'd hear anything except a small sigh from Michael Cole as he ejaculated. Tazz poops his pants at the announcer's table.

For someone so enthusiastic about his new-found sprituality, he sure refers to God as a small-h he a lot.

Jump leads. Shane-O's nads. There ya go.

Awesome. Just awesome. Yet scary.