Number Flarp!: Uncle Sam
Oh, Uncle Sam... Man of the people, or terrorist of the best interests of this board?
It's a shame I must induct this man, the same man who I would likely willingly suck the one headed white snake of, at least in e-form, until every ounce of loin juice has dried.
Sadly, Loin Juice is exactly why you're on my shit list for a third time, my boy. For those that don't know, allow me to introduce you to the greatest thing I believe, the posting sensation sweeping the nation, Mrs. Dagger Dias' Baby Boy!
http://forums.wrestlezone.com/member.php?u=52144
This may be, in fact, the best, best thing ever grace my eyes. All from a bet that occurred that I had no idea about until this occurred. Alas, Mrs. Dagger Dias' Baby Boy, you had one fatal flaw; you believed that the WWE wold use Michael Cole in a productive way, which would make him an asset, and not a liability, to the show.
Ya dun' fucked up, boy. And Sam was smart enough to realize that the WWE, at its core, is really a toy for Vince McMahon's amusement; if we're to believe Chris Jericho, and if Standard and Practices would allow, Raw would be two hours of monkeys buttfucking on screen.
Sorry, make that two and a half hours. The other half hour would be Brock Lesnar staring and cackling at a pit of burning money. And Sam saw this, and saw to your doom, to forever for the next two months be, Mrs. Dagger Dias' Baby Boy.
But should it have been?
http://forums.wrestlezone.com/showthread.php?t=244741&highlight=harthan
Of course, you will note, that the leading vote getter of this poll, the very poll we were led to believe would decide the fate of poor Mrs. Dagger Dias' Baby Boy, was Dagger Dias' Loin Juice. Sam, I'm sad to say, in a cruel twist of fate, you have become just like Vince McMahon, being aloof and out of touch with your audience, and instead of giving the people what they want, you decided to give us two hours of Monkey Buttfucking.
I'm sorry, two and a half hours of Monkey Buttfucking. The other half hour would be Brock Lesnar staring and cackling at a pit of burning money.
This promises to have hilarious results, but aye, what could have been, indeed. Call me crass, if you choose.
I know. And while there's a certain wit and humor to Mrs. Dagger Dias' Baby Boy.... How many times do you get to refer to someone as Dagger Dias' Loin Juice?!?! How many, I say? You have played with my emotions, and my sensibilities, much like I imagine Dagger Dias' son will play with balls, some fine day.
You have robbed me, Uncle Sam. And I could never be proud of a son that robs.
This is all so great
But I think we all agree
We've all been blue balled.