Originally posted by griffBecuase, unlike you, some people can spell.
Not instigating, just pointing out simple irony.
WCW PPVs: Unfortunately I never watched WCW when they were good. I started watching just before Goldberg lost finally to Nash, I think the Goldberg/DDP match was on the first WCW PPV I ever saw. It's weird, because I watched WCW just as much as WWE at the time, but for the life of me I can't recall even a quarter of what I can with WWE.
David Spade teaches us an Important Lesson:
Joe Dirt: So yer gonna tell me that you don't have no black cats, no roman candles, or screaming mimis? Kicking Wing: No. Joe Dirt: Oh come on man. You got no lady fingers, fuzz buttles, snicker bombs, church burners, finger blasters, gut busters, zippity do das, or crap flappers? Kicking Wing: No, I don't. Joe Dirt: Yer gonna stand there, owning a fireworks stand, and tell me you don't have no whistling bungholes, no spleen spliters, whisker biscuits, honkey lighters, hoosker doos, hoosker don'ts, cherry bombs, nipsy daisers, with or whitout the scooter stick, or one single whistling kitty chaser? Kicking Wing: No... because snakes and sparklers are the only ones I like. Joe Dirt: Well that might be your problem, it's not what you like, it's the consumer.
C'mon, Big Daddy, you ALWAYS paid the price when you spun the wheel on the three pack. The middle magazine was ALWAYS too soul-crushing and groin-shriveling to ever make up for whatever the two on the outside could conjure.