May all our thoughts and layers be with El Blanco Miguel on this daunting night; where we wait with pickled breath to hear that our soldier of misfortune can pull through - or pull out in his case. May your dirt-facial heal with surprising efficiency, and please please please let him have at least one gold tooth by Monday morning. Fat falls hard my friend...take it from me, I've been pinned by Oprah so many times that my schlong is like a tail.
For a better recap of his pile-driver at Swope, read this tirade of terror...
No comments:
Post a Comment