04-07-2007, 05:13 PM
3!
Billy bob, the broken mess of pwnt he was, lay on the mat, unable to move, a glazed over look in his eyes like a pot smoker that smoked one too many blunts.
Seventeen stood, a cheesy, wide smile on his face, as hot chicks in lacy things came out, holding his belt. Even though he couldn't resist the temptation to grope at the -er- take the belt, he thought of something better.
"That's mah belt!" the gruff voice of Spop came from behind. Expecting this, Seventeen turned around and delivered a roundhouse that would make Shawn Michaels cry.
Violet stood in her respective ring, guffawing like Goofy in that one Goofy movie.
Billy bob, the broken mess of pwnt he was, lay on the mat, unable to move, a glazed over look in his eyes like a pot smoker that smoked one too many blunts.
Seventeen stood, a cheesy, wide smile on his face, as hot chicks in lacy things came out, holding his belt. Even though he couldn't resist the temptation to grope at the -er- take the belt, he thought of something better.
"That's mah belt!" the gruff voice of Spop came from behind. Expecting this, Seventeen turned around and delivered a roundhouse that would make Shawn Michaels cry.
Violet stood in her respective ring, guffawing like Goofy in that one Goofy movie.
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