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Yea, a few people mentioned it when it happened. Any analysis yet? Becuase that most likely fucked up him getting on the mike and demanding the match continue, rather then Finkel? Hey RETARDS! Hey SMARTS! There's your fucking news right there. Ugh, for people who are supposed to notice every single spot, they miss the most important fuck up ever seen. well with a couple exceptions.

I found the one thing alcohol can not make good. It's not wrestling, cause even 3PW is good drunk. It's WWE, which has finally killed drinking with friends for me. That show fucking sucked, sucked, sucked ass. The only thing I found enjoyable was the Smackdown title 3 way, and that's despite Big Show's baby bump into the table. How do any of you people, who do still watch/pay for this, still watch/pay for this and still respect yourself?

Yea, a few people mentioned it when it happened. Any analysis yet? Becuase that most likely fucked up him getting on the mike and demanding the match continue, rather then Finkel?

Ok, I've only skimmed the last couple pages of this, but didn't anyone notice that Vince most likely got hurt on that slip into the ring?

I have a goatee, but with 5 o clock shadow, because I am normally too lazy to shave.

In an attempt to at least keep the spirit of this thread alive, I'm going to go out and get plastered.............and watch the Royal Rumble. Ugh. Here's hoping Lesnar or New Jack come out, to at least give me a thimbleful of entertainment.

Will Van Dam be back by then?

He doesn't care. The Super Bowl is the big time, and he might never get back. It is the job of the Eagles to tell him they can't afford a career ending injury and need him next year. If Reid lets him play, he is making a big mistake. His job depends on more than just one game. If TO shatters his leg in a game that they probably won't win anyways, and the Eagles go 7-9 next year, is Reid going to be in a good position? Did the Eagles go 7-9 in the three previous years before T.O. when they were in the NFC Championship? No. Was T.O. on the field when the Eagles won the championship this year? No.

"Streets Of Philadelphia" has excellent lyrics. I know I could get into him more, I've just never given him a shot.

I'm about ten minutes in, and I still can't get over how weird it is to see Sabu just sitting there and talking normally.

That is one quality beard.

Well enjoy it without me. I'm being a boreass and just going to bed.

If you guys want to post in here, you better get drunk, or have something drunk related to say, rather then bickering like a couple of middle school girls.

That's what I would want if I were trapped in an avalanche.

You're only a pathetic drunk when you do it alone, which I used to be guilty of, but don't do anymore. Actually, with the exception of Thursday night, I haven't drank all week, including last night. Next up, I could always retell the story of when I smashed into a parked car and avoided the cops. That's always a crowd pleaser. My last birthday party where my friends surprised me with a hotel room is pretty good too. If I was trying to put myself over, I wouldn't make myself look like a total drunken jackass, ex. drunkenly attemtping to steal a decanter for no good reason.

Yeah, like I've said anything overly ridiculous yet.........well, there was the airport story.

CHIEF'S 20TH BIRTHDAY: Limos, Strippers, and Booze March 2003. It was decided among our group, which I am of course the leader of, that we needed to do something special for Chief's birthday that year. I had access to a discount for taking a limo out through a neighbor who lived above the cheesesteak place I was working at that year. It wasn't much of a special plan though. Drive around for 4 hours in the limo, and stop at the bar we were chilling at in Philly at that point, and stop at a strip joint. So, the limo shows up on time, and we're only being charged $40 an hour for it. We decide to get it from 8-12, then just drive back to the bar. The group included me, Chief, my friend Dan, his cousins Nick and Mark, my friend Rob, and two girls, Mary and Kate. Kate was a former stripper, and Mary was this skinny chick who had wanted me, but I chose her friend over her. Of course, she decided to keep the skinniness and sprout an enormous rack that I couldn't take my eyes off of most of the night. The party begins in ridiculous fashion, as everyone has to pour their various drinks into the champagne glasses and party rap video style. Of course, I supplied the soundtrack for the evening, so all wasn't lost. It went one rap song, one rock song, so we got a nice mix of 2Pac, Biggie, Eminem, GNR, and Kid Rock. We had a 30 pack of Miller Lite to start with, and our first stop was at the liquor store. I just picked up a 4 pack of Jack Daniel's Hurricane Punch for myself, as they have over 8% alcohol I believe and are easy as hell to chug, and Chief and the girls drank some Screwdrivers. So, we arrive at the bar. Oh, did I mention it was also St. Patrick's Day? And even on a Monday night, the place, called "The Shamrock Pub" was ridiculously packed. Our boy Eddie was bartending, and because I left such ridiculous tips back then, we were guaranteed plenty of free rounds. I started off by buying Chief a shot of Jameson for his birthday and to celebrate the holiday. We only stuck around the bar for maybe a half hour though, as I didn't want to waste our time in the limo, so after promising we'd all return, it was back to the car and on to the titty joint. Leaving so early proved to be a mistake, because there was a gorgeous brunette chick in there, who I had had conversations and bought drinks for before, and she was giving me the devil eyes. Now, the strip club to be a scummy little dive, and a BYOB place, because I was the only one of age in the car, having just turned 21 the previous October. But it didn't matter, my only goals were to buy Chief a lapdance and see if I could get either of our girls on the stage. Both goals were realized, of course. This blond broad in a schoolgirl's uniform hit the stage, and I saw Chief's jaw drop. The game was all over. As soon as she was done, I gave her $20 for the dance, and an extra $10 to "put the uniform back on." Since I was the only one over age, I was the only one with a red X on my hand allowing me to drink. Security there specifically pulled me aside and told me not to give anyone else in our group a beer. So I "left" the 30 pack on the table, and told everyone to just grab as they wished. The biggest security guard came up to me and pulled me aside and told me he should "kick my fucking ass for being a lying dickhead." Rather then arguing, I agreed with him, told him to get it over with, and put my hands behind my back. Confused, he just started to laugh, and told me just to get back to the party. The next time I looked over, he was drinking one of our beers. After that altercation, I looked over and saw Kate pulling up her skirt as she grinded in Nick's lap, and another stripper grinding into Kate's lap. Hot stuff, definitely. Mary was kind of just standing around, and Mark was sitting at the stage, tipping with the stack of dollar bills I had left for everyone. I went over to grab Mary and bring her up to the stage, and noticed Rob talking to another stripper. A pregnant stripper. He didn't seem to grasp the concept that she was only talking to him to see if he'd pony up the dough for a lapdance, but oh well. He'd rather stand there and ask her questions about her life. What a noodle. So I took Mary up to the stage, and immediately one of the girls brings her up there, lays her down, puts a dollar bill on her face, a dollar in the waistband of her jeans, and retrieves them both in a 69 position. You could literally see the moisture on Mary's nose, lol. I wasn't sure whether to be turned on or disgusted. Mary proclaimed disgust and the bulge in my pants told a different story, but she was smiling, and after we all went outside, she wanted to go back in to get the stripper's #. I decided I had had enough. Chief had been in the back room for over 20 minutes, and everyone else had their own scene going on. I just wanted to chill in the limo and drink. I went outside and turned on the CD player in there, listening to GNR's 2002 VMA performance on a loop. I think I first noticed how awful Axl sounded on that night. They all started to wander out to bother me after like 10 minutes of peace. I was ripped at this point, the beers, JD coolers, and shots starting to take affect. Our time was almost up, and we decided to drive back to town so we'd have a couple hours at the bar. Chief informed me that my extra $10 had gotten him the ability to suck on some tits "as long as the camera didn't see it." So, we pull up to be dropped off. I forget what the hell I was even looking for, but I was the last one in the limo. And then I saw it. The decanter. So shiny. Full of marbles. My drunk mind told me I had to have it. So I cleverly, or not, put it in my jacket, and left it behind a building in the parking lot as I went to "go take a piss." The driver was having none of it, and knew I was up to something. He got in the car to check, and came out screaming, "Where's the FUCKING DECANTER!" I of course claimed I never stole anything, and he went behind the building and found it, with the lid missing. He advanced on me, probably wanting to drop me like a bad habit, but 6"4 330 lb Chief stepped in, saving me from the limo driver who he was calling "The Godfather." And he did bear a striking resemblence. That lid now sits on top of my television, as I found it in my coat the next morning. As we walk down the street to get into Kate's car, several of the younger punks from the neighborhood were hanging out, and started hitting on Kate big time. They asked Dan, who was their closest boy out of our group, where the Shamrock was, etc. etc. Chief seemed somewhat perturbed by this development. We get back to the bar, and I am buying everyone "Pineapple Bombs" for a dollar a piece, and doing shots of Jameson for myself. I also switched to Heineken, as pictures confirmed. There is also a picture of me biting Chief's head for some unknown reason, and also one of me with my head on the bar. So, the young punks show up, and one of em, Shaun, keeps trying to make the moves on Kate. Chief asks to "talk to him" downstairs. I'm still not sure what the conversation entailed, but all I know is Rob came over to me and said "Chief is stomping someone at the bottom of the steps." I'm in no condition to do anything about it, or I just didn't care, most likely the latter. Turned out Chief laid him out with one punch and Shaun was avoiding the others by gripping onto his leg and covering his head. For some reason, this gets that group flagged from the bar, and our group is allowed to stay. I love justice. The final picture taken that evening is one of me passed out with my head on the toilet. The entire ride home I had my head hanging out of the window, and as I was dropped off I made sure to hug everyone, which made Nick worry for my safety till the following morning, because his repeated phone calls that night went unanswered. We had a nice breakfast the next morning, and Chief and Shaun make amends. The moral? The point? Limos, booze and strippers are always a fantastic combination, and always try to make your friends' birthdays special.

MAAAAAAAAAAAKING A FILTER!

Photosynthesis.

I would've said 8.

Just at the bar.

If it's a clique, I call being Scott Hall.

I call my dick a "box opener."

What was annoying about me?

Hey, I am beloved for my current postings, bitch. You only have fans for past accomplishments, as you haven't been funny or interesting in over 6 months.