I was singing along with the radio, the Beatles, And I Love Her. And I was like, ooh yeah. The other song.
"Someday monkey play piano. Play piano, ensemble."
I'll speak into her ear, the only Angrish word she recognizes.
"Now."
And then its like, that Moment of Bliss, wrist exercises for the consummate 90-word-per-minute web writer. That's right. IT is probably tax-deductible. And, furthermore, I cite her as an "independent consultant".
Darn, right, Cheevers. This is work expenses. Billable hours, too.
Keeping them skrate up there(ain't that right, JB?), keeping mine skrait too(with my hand).
"Now I know how many fingers it takes to fill that other girl's mouth."
Isn't it time you had a quiet conversation with your financial planner? My own bliss has been a largely cashless euphoria, and yet, we see, the WWE soldiers own, my other boys at AEW attempt to consolidate, putting a kind of "six degrees of entanglement" between Penta and the Bunny. That too is pretty good business, I wot, and not that I know these things per se.
When will Penta start breaking other talents' arms in the AEW? Or is this above and beyond, "wellness policy"?
I've argued that the WWE Gals Division is largely cheerleaders. They don't let that go, and I know, its a balance between insipid happiness, good cheer and sex appeal, something that has a broader appeal between the age demographics. This is know. I need not pee-pee all over WWE storyline.
But would Devon ask Shamus to take a cup-full of my urine to the face?
Still, long after the Attitude Era is finished, WWE can break another boundary like that. It's not all bad, folks. Pushing the limits of kayfabe. Frees-up the writers to bring forth a bigger entertainment toolkit for the fans.
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