The way societal boundaries are being broken at such a fast rate over the past few years, I see no reason why in 10 years Wrestlemania couldn't be called Wrestlamania XXX. It's catchy, and thats all that counts in the long run.
David Spade teaches us an Important Lesson:
Joe Dirt: So you're 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 without 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.
Hey simone, all three of your posts have included links to the same website. I figure you for a shill. When your NEXT post contains a link to that website, I'm banning you. (I can say this since I expect you won't actually read this reply either.