(Well, I was going to post Part Two of "How It All Began" -- and I will, just not yet -- but after seeing Skip's last post on his half of the blog...!)
Can't leave well enough alone, eh?
How dare you accuse me of stealing the
Foxster SnL One? And as for that video... uhhh... I was... uhhh... misquoted. Yeah. Misquoted. And... and...
Ahhh, who am I trying to kid? Of course I stole it, and with the help of little ol' "Bambie" -- a/k/a "Cath" -- no less! So? What are you going to do about it, huh? Walk to Massachusetts from Alabama? Yeah, right.
Anyway, as for your little challenge... "WTF" indeed! (By the way, Mr. Expert, I'm pretty sure it's not "Wrestle That Fella," it's "Wrestle That F***er!" Just sayin'.)
I don't know much about modern TV wrestling matches, but thinking back to the earlier,
happier time-killing days of our acquaintance -- like, when our partnership was thriving consisted of my making you look good, I remember some wrestling stars from the ollllld days, and came up with this:
You've always thought you were such a macho guy, you should be the Macho Man himself, Randy Savage! Ha!
But who could I be? Someone even more popular, obviously... (Hm. Did any wrestler ever do a "Zorro" riff? No matter.) Since I'm such a comic book fan, maybe I could be the Hulk... meaning Hulk Hogan, of course.
Some challenge! Like I'm worried. I'm not in the greatest of shape, but I'm still able to beat the likes of this:
Heh. I'm gonna kick your @$$... Dude!
(And to anyone else who sees this... Thanks for your time.)