I'm very busy these days.
CM Punk was not elevated by winning the title. The "Money in the Bank" gimmick was elevated.
CM Punk spent his Monday night in a mid-show match with Kane (was it even for the title?) where he squeaked out a technical victory by crawling back into the ring first. Kane then beat the shit out of him until Batista ran in, ran Kane off, then after some nonsense, Spine busted Punk so hard the camera got hair grease all over it.
So, the Raw Hvwt champ spent his Monday making two men look strong while he looked weaker than an Internet Lovebond.
Punk is not the future. And his legs look like they are filled with grape jelly.
And who did you expect bought those stupid WWE Shopzone shirts?? Normal people? NO!! Kids and losers. Kids. And. Losers. And Internet Predators.
You see a grown man wearing a WWE t-shirt... you point him to the nearest schoolyard and then you place bets on how many in the WWE publicity department will quit within the week.
White trash. That's your wrestling fanbase. White trash. And Canadians. It's why the brands will re-merge once MyNetwork TV goes under and Smackdown can't get a decent timeslot.
Once upon a time, for a very small period, it was pretty alright to sport your NWO shirt or your Austin 3:16 shirt... yeah, that's all done now.
But on the plus side, John Cena's doing those Fusion shaver commercials... and while the one he does with Vince is just white trash through and through, there is one he does solo where, for one brief instant, he is thrown in with Tiger Woods, Michael Jordan, and some other mainstreamer... for one very fast instant, John Cena looked mainstream. And respectable.
That Fusion nonsense can suck a cock. Gillette three blades have constantly made my head a shiny, pretty, tittysmooth pearl of skull flesh.
The thing about fucking black girls is that they constantly tell you how lucky you are to be getting sum'a'dat. And there is NO hair pulling. But they will play if they like what you're up to. And, man, do they LOOOOVE getting eaten out.
The thing about fucking white girls is that if they know you have entered the dark jungle... they will work extra-hard to top whatever super-exotic wild-ass ugly bumping that went on between you and the African Princess.
White chicks kiss better. Black chicks cum harder.
The real All-Stars of the All-Star game the other night were at third base during the Opening Ceremonies. Mike Schmidt, George Brett, and Wade Boggs (hold up the Yankees cap all you want, Wade... you are a Red Sox and you will always be) looked like they could've cleaned house at ANY New York bar that night and taken up at least 2 Super-Model 19 year olds apiece.
Me? I stopped watching once Papelbon left the mound and I couldn't recognize 95% of either team.
Batman on Tuesday. I was worried that Ledger (and by the way, FUCK HIM... drug addled cumstain) would put out a sly, criminal mastermind/supergenious Joker. So far, all the reviews, from serious to fanboy, have delivered raves. Can't wait.
AND DIDN'T I TELL YOU THE IRON MAN WOULD NOT BE THE GREATEST COMIC BOOK MOVIE EVER MADE????? Assholes.
Hmmmm.... I want to leave by telling you something about me... hmmm....
Oh... I always had AWESOME sense of self fashion. I know exactly what looks best on me and how to WORK IT!!
Lame, I know... oh, and those who think they have me wrapped are usually the ones I own.
I need beer and more free time.
