How can I write

[Magnetron]

Camel Clutch? handbags at dawn? *snerk*

Egyptian knockoff Prada to distract everyone from reference to actual wrestling brothers.

I may have to revisit this one and sneak in more.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Sure, what'ca got?

Confused dot com ........... but be aware I grew up on Ernie the fastest milkman in the west and can chuck a mean Rock cake!

 

[Magnetron]

Women don't like to be rapped

Hrmmm ..... not a single one of these scored me a date with the ladies.

 

[butters]

Women don't like to be rapped

Hrmmm ..... not a single one of these scored me a date with the ladies.

i . . . cannot begin to imagine why :deadpan face:

 

[Magnetron]

Son of a bitch.

http://nypost.com/2014/04/09/ultimate-warrior-former-wwe-champion-dead-at-54/

Legendary wrestler The Ultimate Warrior, who was infamous for his colorful warpaint and arrogant stage swagger, died at the age of 54, just days after being inducted into the WWE Hall of Fame.

The death of James Hellwig, a longtime star of the sport who appeared at WrestleMania 30 on Sunday, was announced by World Wrestling Entertainment Tuesday night.

 

[Magnetron]

Now, this lady could use a good rappling.

 

[twelveoone]

How can I write with all the yelling going on in here?

Don't make me step into that squared circle and poetry slam yawl right onto your heads.

Wanna can from this six pack?!?

Grrrrrrrrrrrr

* flexes pectorals *

vox LCD populi

e pluribus unum

 

[Magnetron]

Oooops double post

 

[Magnetron]

vox LCD populi

e pluribus unum

Satan Is The Bulge In My Wrestling Tights

I object
To the effect of letting myself
Getting hot under the collar
Tropical
As you try to resurrect yourselves
Within the arena of my forum topic
Yawl in this pitiful pilgrimage
Trying to remake yourself in God's image
Seeing it fit
To hoot 'n' holler your lyrical nonsense
Taking well deserved licks
Is the righteous atop their crucifixes
Can't make a decision
Sitting on the fence
Split
Torn between which cheek to turn
In a fit of weakness
Like moneychangers who never learn
These tables for two
I now turn over on you
In the fabled Temple of Ass
Holiness begats you alright
Now be gone in the night
Or by the crack of dawn
The conclusion is foregone
I'll beat you and your Manager down
And in a drive-by through town
Dump your carcass in a manger on a front lawn
Leave you bruised and battered
Along with your used car salesman of an ego
Shattered
Ergo the sum
E Pluribus Unum
One for the Father
Two for the Ghost
Three to get ready, Son
Join the Heavenly Host
Ask for a sign from Mount Sinai
From I Am
The God of Abraham
Pray to be Raptured
Beam you aboard
Prepare to be William Shatnered
I'm bored with you
Jesus,
Just crawl behind another rock
And let it this rap finally die already

 

[twelveoone]

get caught in a cross fire, come talk to me then
you pick the easy meat TQ was TKO'ed

and this bullshit noise, was tso going after the lit darling Senna, but it managed to get my shit bounced, didn't it?

And you add to the noise, hero. You haven't lived the lit life till you had monkey turds flung at you, while the lit mods look the other way.

"I see nothing."

Pick your targets carefully.

 

[Magnetron]

get caught in a cross fire, come talk to me then
you pick the easy meat TQ was TKO'ed

and this bullshit noise, was tso going after the lit darling Senna, but it managed to get my shit bounced, didn't it?

And you add to the noise, hero. You haven't lived the lit life till you had monkey turds flung at you, while the lit mods look the other way.

"I see nothing."

Pick your targets carefully.

This is the Fun Conflict Thread.

You want the other.

 

[Magnetron]

 

[AlwaysHungry]

How can I write with all the yelling going on in here?

Don't make me step into that squared circle and poetry slam yawl right onto your heads.

Wanna can from this six pack?!?

Grrrrrrrrrrrr

* flexes pectorals *

Speaking of poetry slam...