Originally posted by Nitro 11-9-2000"Well, you know when I told you that we were pregnant?" "Yeah, I mean - you're not havin' a baby? You're not havin' a baby?" "Oh, no, I'm pregnant...but um...you're not the father." Flair looks back at Arn. Arn: "Don't lookit me!" Umm, I don't think that's what he...well, anyway. "I'm sorry I'm sorry, I - I can't do it I'm sorry..." and she leaves again. Her mother ALMOST works up some emotion. Our last shot is of Stacy running off...
Anyone who complains about the McMahon bastard storyline (me included) should just thank their lucky stars that it didn't have any of the raving stupidity of the storyline mentioned above.
Oh, and I also learned that night that a little thing like brain surgery shouldn't be able to stop me from putting out TRO's.
I believe the correct term is roach coach. We slipped a contractor's badge to the guy that delivered to the building next door (And let me tell you, if it wouldn't get me fired I'd go into detail on this one) but they deactivated it the next day.