So I'd like to get back into the stupid habit of watching grown men pretend to fight each other in a pseudo-sexual battle of conquest, and what better place than the internet - where anyone can put their thoughts into a pre-packaged website machine, let it sit there, and pretend more than two people care. It gives us the validation that sitting in front of a screen robs from us. I still have a few peeps who send me shit on the divid robot drink coaster things, and they seem to play on my robot machine here, so what I'll probably do is alternate between a Lucha Match of the Moment (LMOTM), Jap Match of the Moment (JMOTM), and 'Merican Match of the Moment (USMOTM), and try to work through these stupid divids that I'm not gonna save, so maybe I'll send them to you, for nothing other than to burden you with unnecessary material clutter. And it's match of the moment because the chances of me doing this shit with any regularity are about the same as me showing up for work on Monday mornings with any regularity. And I didn't work but two hours this morning.
Don't expect much if you run across these or they end up in the DVDVRs, because I am not smart, don't know shit about half the shit you know so much about, and I also like girls. Real ones, not gothic ones with myspaces. They just don't like me so much. Which is why I watch wrestling. Plus, I'm married. To another guy, because wrestling fans are fags. Vote no on defining marriage in Virginia on whatever day they do that voting thing.
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