Do the Right Thing, Maven.
Mo' Better Blues, Maven.
Jungle Fever, Maven.
Malcom X, Maven.
He Got Game, Maven.
Summer of Sam (he did that one? Woah.), Maven.
Bamboozled, Maven.
Damnit, I was JUST about to comment on Edge's "YAY~!" directed at Chris Benoit. It was hysterical.
PS- Greatest Raw since Rock/Eugene promo. It's been excellent so far, and this is MAVEN'S night.
Randy: Boy, Maven, am I glad I found you. Time for a message from Concerned Parents!
*jingle*
DON'TCHA PUT IT IN YER' MOUTH!
*dont'cha put it in yer' mouth*
DON'TCHA STUFF IT IN YER' FACE!
PREVIOUSLY, ON RAW.
Garrison Cade: Yeah, my dad works here at this there car dealership now.
Benoit: Who's that man your dad is kissing?
*Benoit and Benjamin look at eachother in puzzlement. Garrison has a shocked look on his face*
Garrison: Dad?
Pat Patterson: Lance?! Oh no.
Brooklyn Brawler: Jesus Christ.
Mindy: "Okay, I love you, bye bye!"
*marks*
Now if somebody had have made a Good Thing, Bad Thing reference or eluded to CHICKEN F'n BOO, I would have gone into cardiac arrest.
Jihad-- the struggle from within.
I would have posted this in CE, but then they would have bombarded the thread with mean-spirited candy fluff pictures.
Benoit: A'right. Wrestling roll call.
Chris Benoit. FOR REAL.
Benjamin: C'mon, now, whaddya doin'. There's just the two of u--
Benoit: Shhh. Say your name.
Benjamin: *sigh* Mister Benjam'n.
Benoit: Alright, now that we're done roll call, today's topic-- spandex. Yay or nay?
Cool Kid Christian: Hey peeps. Is this the wrestling club meeting?
Benoit: Uh--uh, yeah.