Random myspace stupidity

There really is no rhyme to reason behind this..
I just logged on myspace an was bored so I blurted this out on my buddy Josh's comment's. I dono why, it just flowed out all on it's own.

I guess I am just in a writing mood right now?

Lately there's alot if insane shit going on at WWE.
Josh is one of the few ppl who is a die hard fan as I am so there's alot of shit-talking on E that goes on in our normal day of BS.

Anyhow, enjoy;



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Predictions;

In 2009 Linda Bollea will be broke, and realise what a mistake she made. She will then turn to prostitution to pay for her habits.

One dark drunken night while leaving a bar in Chicago you will wander to a cab, in a drunken stuper, and Linda will make you a proposal.

You, in your drunken state will take her up on this offer, thus following up the Hulkster as well as many other ex-pro wrestlers.

Later the following week you will check yourself into the ER due to an itching sensation in your general crotch area. You will come in contact with The Sheik which shares your problem.

You will form an instant bond w/The Sheik and go on Howard Stern and discuss what a filthy, dirty tramp Linda Bollea is.

Upon leaving the show, you will walk outside of the building, and while trying to hail a cab Nick Bollea will ultimatley wreck his car (at a high rate of speed) into you, leaving you wounded, but in semi stable condition.

You will then be restricted to a life of living in a hospital bed where you will be forced to watch re-runs of Hogan Knows Best and eat strawberry pudding. It will not be until late in the year of 2010 when I will come to visit, in a drunken stuper myself, (at 1pm) and fall into your bed accidentally "pulling the plug" of your life support which has sustained you thus far.

I will then utter something along the lines of "Hey, somebody call Dr. House" as I walk out, avoiding direct eye contact with anyone, and avoiding any authority figure I.E. guards/police as I leave the Hospital.

Your funeral will be ruined by the likes of Brooke Hogan singing the national anthem (yea, I dont understand that either) and warding off all of those in attendance.

As your casket is lowered into the hole which has been dug, a cold chill followed by a thick blanket of dense fog will surround the cemetery. The Ghost of Chris Benoit will rise up from the ground, grabbing your coffin, and giving it a german suplex.

Weeks later your next of kin shall file a lawsuit aginst the Ghost of Benoit but be ruled out as you can not sue someone who is legally dead. WWE will in turn issue it's own lawsuit aginst the cemetary for allowing Benoit to work there in the afterlife as it is a breach of his contract with WWE which is still in effect.

The cemetary will counter sue, and lose it's battle in court causing it to close it's iron gates to the community for good.

WWE will then purchase the cemetery at the court house steps for back owed tax's and turn it into a training camp for foreign people with eating disorders. Keeping true to the law of not being able to disturb the final resting places (graves) which reside in the property, your coffin will be used as the septic tank for this facility.

Thus rendering your life, as well as afterlife, helpless in the matter of WWE shitting on you, on a weekly basis.