Coke Psychology III
Once again, there is version of events that I program on video for you, viewer, and watch to laugh, you may or mayn’t, but regardless, I call foul on your eyes. Once more into the breach doth I and Qrescent go to screech merrily at a dying sun. And as such, does the premise grow weary? Is its welcome worn and frayed? There are crow’s feet and tiring around the eyes, and thus we’re close to death. But prior to expiring, there is life left in these limbs. Marry, ’tis enough to tear the flesh from thy face and to place it in a beaker full of bugs. Mayhap next time we will memorize our lines prior to filming.
Filed by wrestlingteam at May 23rd, 2008 under podcast