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Heidenreich: I wrote a poem for you Lita:
I love your plastic butt
You little sl*t
I wish you would be my friend
To the very end
That was a poem by Heidnereich.
Lita: Oh my Gof, Heidenreich. That was so sweet. I ate a poem for you too:
Roses are yellow
Trees are red
I met an indy jobber
And I have him...
*WHAT DOES EVERYBODY WANT? Al Snow interupts*
Al Snow: LITA! I WANT MY DOG BACK!
Lita: I told you I tried walking him and he ended up having relations with David Beckham and it was sold to the tabloids and it had a miscarriage due to Gene Snitsky hitting it with a steel chair.
Gene Snitsky: It wasn't my fault!
Heidenreich: Al Snow had a dog. It's buried in the bog.
Lita: Botches crying and ends up performing world class circus act.
Al Snow (thinking): Why am I here?
Jim Ross: BAHGAWDSTUNNERSLOBBERKNOCKERBBQSAUCEAUSTINORTONRKOGOVERNMENTMULESCOLDEDDOG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!
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