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You know, I miss my more paradoxical days as someone who had 200 posts under his belt, but was listed for a good 18 months as having zero.

Let's just say he'll never grow old, never die, and he'll always eat oatmeal.

Nothing else happens while entrance music is playing. The world goes into stasis and everyone follows a Pavlovian instinct to watch the ramp. Chairmen, General Managers, Commissioners, etc., are either morally retarded, desperate to damage their own top draws, astoundingly incompetent, or any combination of the three, and thus unfit to be put in charge of the night shift of Denny's, much less a national "sporting" organization.

And really, killing anyone such as X-Individual or Y-Group member is a bit like stepping on ants. There's always going to be someone to take their place in the long run and nothing is going to be affected. That's why I take the question as a little more existential.

Quite possibly myself. The guaranteed "no consequences" policy would then be put to the test and one could determine the veracity of life after death without the necessity of being punished by whatever deity is in charge here. Break the system, I says.

Something tells me Steve Austin doesn't have a Class F license.

I'm going to be bold and go domestic with this. I give you the great Huey Long, Magnificent Bastard and Governor For Life of Louisiana. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Huey_Long#Impeachment

Lesbians are so great. They get so much done in a day.

FUCK I JUST GOT SHOT

SO SEZ YOU!

I always wanted to see a misanthropic referee who doesn't bother with counts and just wants to see as much misery as possible.

Not a Talking Heads fan, I see.

"We're going to have a serious conversation, but let's do it in the middle of a few thousand people and amplify our voices. I call cordless microphone #3!" Going through a table, which breaks your fall, is supposedly more damaging than just plain hitting the ground. Getting hit with a title belt is like being shot by an anti-aircraft gun. Kevin Nash had a Jackknife. Sid just had powerbombs. After observing many slow counts, physical contact with Earl Hebner will render him with the mental capacity of a three-month-old for a period not shorter than half-an-hour. No one has yet done any studies on of the opponents of The Great Muta, Tajiri, et al to determine the long-term physical effects of inhaling toxic mist over a prolonged period.

Smooth.

Correct me if I'm wrong, but Sting v. Muta from GAB '89?

Late 1991: Bossman/Virgil v. the early days of Money Inc.. I forgot how awful that chick ring announcer was. And how the tax attorney had a mullet. http://www.dailymotion.com/search/virgil%2...dibiase-i_sport

CWM

Jingus is so fat his doctor is concerned about his health.

Jingus is so poor he goes to the grocery store with a list so he doesn't fall victim to impulse buying.

Jingus is so dumb he stayed up all night studying for a history test.

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