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Jun. 28th, 2006 09:58 amJust had a huge cup of coffee. Now my teeth are dirty and I’m wired as shit.
Stepping on the scale this morning was traumatizing.
Scale: *Humungous numbers* Ha, ha! Tubby.
Me: Minor flucuat--
Scale: You and Stephanie McMahon share stretchy pants. From Wal-Mart.
Me: Maybe I’ll go buy a new scale at Wal-Mart,
Scale: No wonder “Crows” didn’t get any feedback. They’re all too busy wondering how your fat fingers were able to mash out readable text. Did you have to peck out the letters with a stick?
Me: Hey—
Scale: Was one end dipped in hot fudge?
Me: My worth to others is not determined by a scale.
Scale: More lyk Opera242.
Me: *Cries*
Scale: My work is done.
I felt a tad guilty about enjoying last night’s ECW’s main event as much as I did. As excellent as it was, it wasn’t an ECW match. And that thought made me feel guily because it splits hairs so smarkily.
I’m just gonna like it. It was mat-based wrestling, which I adore. It was Rob and Angle, who I adore. They had a good story and believable motivations heading into the match, which I go batty for. Near falls and reversals and suplexes like crazy whee! Rob’s rear and Angle’s rawr =’s the_homoeroticism under any circumstance, and last night they brought extra HE. So much so that my one complaint centers around the fact that during a Rob-on-all-fours,-Angle-riding-the-small-of-his-back segment, the camera panned to Edge and Lita. Curse you, Kevin Dunn.
Stepping on the scale this morning was traumatizing.
Scale: *Humungous numbers* Ha, ha! Tubby.
Me: Minor flucuat--
Scale: You and Stephanie McMahon share stretchy pants. From Wal-Mart.
Me: Maybe I’ll go buy a new scale at Wal-Mart,
Scale: No wonder “Crows” didn’t get any feedback. They’re all too busy wondering how your fat fingers were able to mash out readable text. Did you have to peck out the letters with a stick?
Me: Hey—
Scale: Was one end dipped in hot fudge?
Me: My worth to others is not determined by a scale.
Scale: More lyk Opera242.
Me: *Cries*
Scale: My work is done.
I felt a tad guilty about enjoying last night’s ECW’s main event as much as I did. As excellent as it was, it wasn’t an ECW match. And that thought made me feel guily because it splits hairs so smarkily.
I’m just gonna like it. It was mat-based wrestling, which I adore. It was Rob and Angle, who I adore. They had a good story and believable motivations heading into the match, which I go batty for. Near falls and reversals and suplexes like crazy whee! Rob’s rear and Angle’s rawr =’s the_homoeroticism under any circumstance, and last night they brought extra HE. So much so that my one complaint centers around the fact that during a Rob-on-all-fours,-Angle-riding-the-small-of-his-back segment, the camera panned to Edge and Lita. Curse you, Kevin Dunn.
