Post by Buddy Roman on Feb 1, 2016 15:57:10 GMT -5
Ladies and gentlemen of WCF,
It is with a sad and heavy heart that I regretfully inform you that your Godfather, the man that you all admired so much, is dead. It was a unfortunate accident and I for one, will be grieving tremendously. For one of my own has died in the worst way a Jew can die. Hurled in temperatures hotter than the sun. However, I told him. I warned him. I came to him as a friend, a farther and as a Jew. And thus, thrice I was denied. Thrice I was denounced and braided and casted out of such intellectual conversations. I came to him and I told him, I said:
Bobby, please don’t do this ( yes please, do, DO this). I was on my knobby Jew knees with my hands cupped and jaw extended out to receive full glorious favor and yet I was denied.
And so young Robert Hercules Cairo went into battle against MY client, the Evil Incarnate one last time in a winner take all match for the HORROR KORE title. And what happened, Bobby? You done goofed. Baby done did a bad thing. He did, yes, didn’t he? Now you’re were you belong.
Now the HORROR KORE title is free to be defended against REAL opponents of substandard quality because thee most hardcore man in WCF has reclaimed his throne. Before it used to be your protégé, Philip Baines. Baines, when he poked Green Fever in the face with a Tide pen. Yes, that was the match quoted for the ages.
By now… A VOLCANO!. Gee, I bet your insurance would have paid off in triple now wouldn’t it?
But that’s not going to help you now, now is it?
No. Now the world is run by Zombie McMorris, the sole survivor of the Volcano match.
Because lets face it… One good shove.. deserves another.
LOL
deserves, indeed
