WWF'ed Up
What can I say? Nothing really. As the adage goes - a picture is worth a thousand words. I'll waste a few here to try and justify myself and my friends.
Well, it started out innocently enough - a few friends getting together for a festive Halloween party - and before we knew it we were knee-deep in champagne, wine and dirty martinis. That's when the fun began. Chum and I stripped to our speediest Speedo (though you might not be able to tell through the hirsute) and assumed our alter egos, Macho Man Randy Savage and the Ultimate Warrior, respectively.
We met up with our compatriot, Ergman aka Hulk Hogan, and the Molsen Ice flowed like all the rivers of Canada. The more we drank, the more our inner-wrestlers came out. Soon we were shouting insults and taunts across the kitchen. From out of nowhere the Junk Yard Dog appeared and toppled the Hulkster and Ultimate. We bounced back up like the champs we are and promptly took a shot of tequila.
After which, we caught a ride from Thing 1 and Thing 2 to the local club, where we danced the night away until a feisty Tanya Harding cleared the dance floor with a vicious haymaker.
Well, it started out innocently enough - a few friends getting together for a festive Halloween party - and before we knew it we were knee-deep in champagne, wine and dirty martinis. That's when the fun began. Chum and I stripped to our speediest Speedo (though you might not be able to tell through the hirsute) and assumed our alter egos, Macho Man Randy Savage and the Ultimate Warrior, respectively.
We met up with our compatriot, Ergman aka Hulk Hogan, and the Molsen Ice flowed like all the rivers of Canada. The more we drank, the more our inner-wrestlers came out. Soon we were shouting insults and taunts across the kitchen. From out of nowhere the Junk Yard Dog appeared and toppled the Hulkster and Ultimate. We bounced back up like the champs we are and promptly took a shot of tequila.
After which, we caught a ride from Thing 1 and Thing 2 to the local club, where we danced the night away until a feisty Tanya Harding cleared the dance floor with a vicious haymaker.
posted by G | 11:41 PM
6 Comments:
Wow, the Hulksters legs look weird in that first shot...give that guy a protein shake. Looks like you guys rocked out with your cocks out...although based on the group pic in teh skivies that wasn't very far out.
That's a serious tag (read: fag) team you got there.
Definitely sorry I had to tap out for the weekend.
A little tip (no pun intended) get the thigh master for xmas...
Dudes, I hear that stink-bugging is really good for increasing the girth of one's thighs. If Nash's tree-trunks are any indication, that's true.
The funny thing is that two of the three have thighs that would make a sequoia proud. Must be an optical illusion perpetrated by Captain Lou Albano to make us look vulnerable as a wishbone.
I just got off the phone with Fox - a great friend of Ergman and mine - who reminded me that Ergman/Hulk was a real quadzilla in high school. But after the photos, Fox is changing Erg's old nickname of "Crazy Legs" to "Chicken Legs."
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