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Post by Nathan Saniti on Sept 18, 2015 20:22:08 GMT -5
(Blargh. I hate that I've been reduced to doing this for Looney. I absolutely hate putting up an abortion of an RP Sorry folks.)
"Whelp... There's no denying that the booking team at PCW could use some fresh minds. I'm facing Bubba Reese. Again. I'm surprised it's not in a free-for-all cluster McFuckery of a match involving half of the roster. Oh well. At least Bubba has a sense of humor. He wasn't even mad when I clobbered him with a chair."
He stops and gets a wide-eyed stare.
"Oh. My. GAWD. Maybe he DOES hold a grudge. He's gonna murdalize me. He's gonna kill me to death until I die from dying to death. He's all tattooed and probably hates accordion music more than your average grease monkey. I KNOW! I'll bring my bagpipes and play him an old Irish ditty. I wonder if a vacuum cleaner can substitute as bag pipes. Also, I dunno how to play them and can't speak Irish due to an allergy to alcohol and gravity.
"NO! I'll bring him a puppy. A nice pit bull with foam on his mouth and the personality of Kanye West on a caffeine high. That'll work! That should distract him long enough for me to panic and have a proper heart attack before he folds, spindles, and ,mutilates me.
"Send my flowers to gravesite and my ashes to Aruba. It's the least you can do. Jeeze."
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