I'm so PISSED!!!!!!!!!
Ok, WWE....for some stupid fucking reason, have today decided to release just about EVERYONE! Which, normally....it's the cruiserweights, the lightweight people who can actually fucking WRESTLE! It's usually the bigger, but more charismatic wrestlers who can work the crowd....but kinda suck in the wrestling department, that get main event status. Which, I DON'T FUCKING UNDERSTAND! IDIOTS! Anyway, today, Vince McMahon somehow thought it was a good idea to release The Dudley Boyz.......the DUDLEYS!! THE ONE TAG TEAM THAT COULD ACTUALLY ENTERTAIN THE CROWD AND WRESTLE AT THE SAME TIME!! MOTHERFUCKSHITGOTDAMNSONOFABITCH!! They're the one's that did this:
(Which still might be the coolest thing I've ever fucking seen)
THIS!! Granted, it was at an ECW PPV that WWE was sponsoring.....because WWE COULD NEVER FUCKING DO ANYTHING THAT COOL ON TV! OH NO! MCMAHON FIRED THEM!! GOT DAMNIT!! WHAT THE FUCK IS HE THINKING?!?!?!?!?!?!
I'm FUMING WHERE THE FUCK IS A STONE COLD STUNNER WHEN YOU NEED ONE?!
I HATE MCMAHON! HATE HIM! HATE HIM! HATE HIM! ARGH!!!!!!!
I had a weird ass dream last night.....about Jose. It's weird, because I haven't been thinking about him nearly as much. Maybe unconsciously, my mind is working overtime thinking about him....because this dream was fucking out there. OUT THERE.
It starts off with me coming home to find Jose in my room....he's crying....begging me to come back to him. We're talking, and I start crying....saying that he hurt my heart and I can't have that happen anymore. Then, all of a sudden.....I kid you not, Jose turns into a woman. She says that she is Jose, and that she pretended to be a man for some reason or another...I can't remember. Often I say that Jose lied to me about "everything." Apparently, this is my dream giving me to dose of what "lying about everything" really is. Noted--maybe I won't say that anymore....asshole....
Anyway, my first reaction, instead of the normal "HOLY SHIT! YOU'RE A WOMAN! YOU'RE A WOMAN! HOW THE FUCK CAN THAT BE POSSIBLE?!" ,my reaction is Wait a minute....she had a nice dick.....if she's a woman, and not transexual/gendered....WHERE THE FUCK DID SHE GET A DICK THAT NICE?! And I proceed to ask her, where she got her pretend dick. This is only....ONLY something that I would do. My curiousity would completely take over....and once I found out where she got the dick that completely fooled me, I'd haul ass to buy one.
That was such a weird ass dream though. But, I wish my brain would leave me the fuck alone about him. The last thing I need to do is be reminded of him during the only portion of my day when he can't just pop into my head.....and I can't just sit around and think about him, since I'm asleep. That would be nice, brain, that would be nice.
Why do we want what we can't have?
(Which still might be the coolest thing I've ever fucking seen)
THIS!! Granted, it was at an ECW PPV that WWE was sponsoring.....because WWE COULD NEVER FUCKING DO ANYTHING THAT COOL ON TV! OH NO! MCMAHON FIRED THEM!! GOT DAMNIT!! WHAT THE FUCK IS HE THINKING?!?!?!?!?!?!
I'm FUMING WHERE THE FUCK IS A STONE COLD STUNNER WHEN YOU NEED ONE?!
I HATE MCMAHON! HATE HIM! HATE HIM! HATE HIM! ARGH!!!!!!!
I had a weird ass dream last night.....about Jose. It's weird, because I haven't been thinking about him nearly as much. Maybe unconsciously, my mind is working overtime thinking about him....because this dream was fucking out there. OUT THERE.
It starts off with me coming home to find Jose in my room....he's crying....begging me to come back to him. We're talking, and I start crying....saying that he hurt my heart and I can't have that happen anymore. Then, all of a sudden.....I kid you not, Jose turns into a woman. She says that she is Jose, and that she pretended to be a man for some reason or another...I can't remember. Often I say that Jose lied to me about "everything." Apparently, this is my dream giving me to dose of what "lying about everything" really is. Noted--maybe I won't say that anymore....asshole....
Anyway, my first reaction, instead of the normal "HOLY SHIT! YOU'RE A WOMAN! YOU'RE A WOMAN! HOW THE FUCK CAN THAT BE POSSIBLE?!" ,my reaction is Wait a minute....she had a nice dick.....if she's a woman, and not transexual/gendered....WHERE THE FUCK DID SHE GET A DICK THAT NICE?! And I proceed to ask her, where she got her pretend dick. This is only....ONLY something that I would do. My curiousity would completely take over....and once I found out where she got the dick that completely fooled me, I'd haul ass to buy one.
That was such a weird ass dream though. But, I wish my brain would leave me the fuck alone about him. The last thing I need to do is be reminded of him during the only portion of my day when he can't just pop into my head.....and I can't just sit around and think about him, since I'm asleep. That would be nice, brain, that would be nice.
Why do we want what we can't have?