I was thinking about a few things and, as usual, those things led to other random things, and I thought I’d share a few of them with you. As always, you guys know the drill. I will write, you read and send in your feedback in the appropriate fashion. All good? Yes? OK! Let’s get on with it!
I was talking to one of my co-workers the other day and I referred to him as ‘buddicle.’ It’s funny how Microsoft Word doesn’t recognise that particular word. But it is a word. I made it up on the spot. It is two words combined into one. It is a buddy who is the pinnacle of something, hence the word ‘buddicle.’ The guy looked at me strangely. Yeah, I get that a lot. I’m used to it.
Onto another subject close to my heart - wrestling! I used to love wrestling when I was younger. Thought it was totally awesome. I'd always found it weird how a dude would punch out the referee, who was officiating a match and then attempt to cover the dude he was fighting for the win. There was a problem with that. The guy who needs to count out your opponent is out cold! You knocked him out! It’s like getting in a taxi cab, shooting the driver and then saying, “Take me to Manhatten.” I watched the Macho Man [Randy Savage - R.I.P.] do this so many times. I found it hilarious when he got upset when there was no-one to count out his opponent. I’d be like, “Hey man, don’t look at me. You made this mess. Deal with it, dude!”
If I were rich, and I mean filthy rich like Trump, I’d hire myself a ring commentator, bell-ringer and a referee and hunt down retired wrestling superstars. I’d start impromptu matches with these retired superstars. It’ll be awesome. I’d go up to [Ted] DiBiase in the supermarket and slap the sleeper headlock on the dude and he’d be like, “What the fuck?” My ring commentator would be like, “Oh no! He’s got DiBiase in the Million Dollar Dream! He’s going down fast!” Ah, good times.
There would be other wrestlers that I would hunt down, but you get the general message. I might also need a good lawyer. A very good lawyer. I wonder how things would go in court... “This man assaulted local celebrity, Ted DiBiase in the supermarket where he put him in wrestling holds while his posse assisted in creating his delusion.” What delusion would that be? Why, the delusion of a wrestling match, of course!
Well, this is going to be a short one, but sometimes short can be good. I have an old friend from high school who is living testimony to that. Check out the material on the site, and check out Duckman’s side for his usual banter and updates.
I was talking to one of my co-workers the other day and I referred to him as ‘buddicle.’ It’s funny how Microsoft Word doesn’t recognise that particular word. But it is a word. I made it up on the spot. It is two words combined into one. It is a buddy who is the pinnacle of something, hence the word ‘buddicle.’ The guy looked at me strangely. Yeah, I get that a lot. I’m used to it.
Onto another subject close to my heart - wrestling! I used to love wrestling when I was younger. Thought it was totally awesome. I'd always found it weird how a dude would punch out the referee, who was officiating a match and then attempt to cover the dude he was fighting for the win. There was a problem with that. The guy who needs to count out your opponent is out cold! You knocked him out! It’s like getting in a taxi cab, shooting the driver and then saying, “Take me to Manhatten.” I watched the Macho Man [Randy Savage - R.I.P.] do this so many times. I found it hilarious when he got upset when there was no-one to count out his opponent. I’d be like, “Hey man, don’t look at me. You made this mess. Deal with it, dude!”
If I were rich, and I mean filthy rich like Trump, I’d hire myself a ring commentator, bell-ringer and a referee and hunt down retired wrestling superstars. I’d start impromptu matches with these retired superstars. It’ll be awesome. I’d go up to [Ted] DiBiase in the supermarket and slap the sleeper headlock on the dude and he’d be like, “What the fuck?” My ring commentator would be like, “Oh no! He’s got DiBiase in the Million Dollar Dream! He’s going down fast!” Ah, good times.
There would be other wrestlers that I would hunt down, but you get the general message. I might also need a good lawyer. A very good lawyer. I wonder how things would go in court... “This man assaulted local celebrity, Ted DiBiase in the supermarket where he put him in wrestling holds while his posse assisted in creating his delusion.” What delusion would that be? Why, the delusion of a wrestling match, of course!
Well, this is going to be a short one, but sometimes short can be good. I have an old friend from high school who is living testimony to that. Check out the material on the site, and check out Duckman’s side for his usual banter and updates.