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You know what gets me, though? All the shit they have under the ring. I mean, what goes through their minds? I mean, really, what logical reason can they give for all that shit always being there?
'Hey, Zeke, what should we do with all this shit?'
'I dunno, Hank...what have you got there?'
'Well, I got a ladder, two tables, a sledgehammer, a tool kit, and about two and a half-dozen folding chairs.'
'Hmmm. Well, I suppose we should put 'em all back in their rightful places, but on the other hand it is almost time for dinner. Tell you what, just chuck 'em under that thar ring, there. Ain't nobody lookin', you'll be fine.'
'Are you sure that's a good idea, Zeke? I mean, last week, that big guy looked under the ring and he got a chair and he totally smashed this guy in the head with it. I mean if someone finds this shit, they could really do some damage, y'know?'
'Two words, Hank. Dinner. Time. Chuck it under the ring and let's go already.'
'Well, if you're sure...I guess I am a little hungry...'
'Fuck yeah I'm sure. Let's get the fuck out of here, man. I wanna get me some pie.'
'Zeke? I found a chainsaw.'
'Under the ring, Hank, under the ring...'
Also, the WWE does have an ethnic Arab stereotype again. I was watching the other night, it's some guy called Mohammed Hassan, or something. Because, you know, all Arab dudes are called Mohammed Hassan. |
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