08-20-2004, 01:56 AM
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As over as Crystal Pepsi
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Mega Man didn’t know what weapon to use when he was given the task of defeating Cowboy Man.

Oh! So it was the giant fist’s idea to push The Undertaker!

“They’re blaming WHO for Raw’s ratings?”

Kama Sutra, the director’s cut.

What Spike doesn’t see is Sean O’Haire’s fishing hook right above the title…

Billy: What the hell are you doing up there?
London: I’m doing what Vince wants done with the CW division.
Billy: HE MEANT METAPHORICALLY!!!!
London: Wait! You mea---- uh-oh!

Billy: Damn it! Is everyone doing it?
Chavo: UH-OH!

Holly:GOD DAMN IT!!!!

Kurt: You know Eddie, buddy, I’m glad we rekindled our friendship! Just think of all the fun we can have now! Playing video games, sharing secrets, doing our hair, real guy things! Oh, we can play “Candyland” tonight! Or maybe chess! Hey, I have the first season of Star Trek! We can watch that, or play D&D! What dya say, Buddy?
Eddie: zzzz.zzzzz….zzz…..zzzzzz…
Kurt: Yeah, so many choices! Take your time to think about ‘em!

JR: ROCK BOTTOM!

The ref tries to throw the invisibility cloak back on Cena and D-Von, for after all, the mystery of the invisible crucifix cannot be revealed.

D-Von: Why did you just spit your gum on me!?!?
Cena: Ah, sorry man. I guess I’ll never be as good as Curt.

The F-U… D-Von’s punishment for saying “Let’s Go See Catwoman.”

Rene: Woah, monsieur Van Dam, don’t hog zat sheet! Puff it and pass it… I am so fucked up…
Ref: And he only had one drag…

RVD: Dude! How did he leap off your shoulders! We were so going to do the Doomsday Device on Rene.
Ref: You’ve been smoking too much of that shit.

Teddy Long was too wrapped up in his game of pacman to concentrate on his promo.

Tragedy struck as poor Rey was ejected when Eddie mixed his nitrous oxide with his hydraulics on his lowrider.

Everyone had to advert their eyes as a drunken, nude Ric Flair decided to dance a jig on the titantron.

HERE COMES THE PLAIN!!!!

Regardless of all of Eddie’s encouraging and training, Rey just couldn’t steal another man’s boots.

Kurt: Hey there Eddie! Watch los hands!
Eddie: Why? I thought you were the Triple H of SmackDown.

Use #437 for a Luther Reins match- Nap time.

To further solidify his status as a heel, Kurt dumps out the crème filling.

Even God himself blew his load when Randy Orton won the title at Summer Slam.

After the rib is teammates pulled on him, Brock thinks of going back to the WWE.
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