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Post by Kevin Hamilton on Jun 1, 2011 17:19:10 GMT -5
Fish don't fry in the kitchen beans don't burn on the grill took a whole lot of tryin' just to get up that hill
Now we up in the big leagues gettin' our turn at bat As long as we live it's you and me baby ain't nothing wrong with that
Moving on up to the East Side to that Deluxe Apartment in the sky moving on up We finally got a piece of Orton's amazing thighs..
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Post by Kash Flagg on Jun 1, 2011 17:43:13 GMT -5
Randy's Thighs. Any time you need a title. Randy's Thighs. Any time you need to jump. Randy Thigh's. Any time you're facing Christian.
Not getting hastled, not getting hustled. Keepin' his thighs above water, Making a wave when he moves.
Getting instant title shots. Randy's Thighs. Hearing voices in his head. Randy's Thighs. Scratchy looking beard. Randy's Thighs. Aren't his thighs amazing. Randy's Thighs. Ain't we lucky he's got them Randy's Thiiiiiiii-iggggggggggghhhhsss yeeeaaahhhh
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Post by Heinekenrana on Jun 1, 2011 17:51:36 GMT -5
“I’m going to take you back to a very deciding point in my life—a time when I believed in something. A time when I thought that my face and my name made a difference. Do you remember the night, Tommy Dreamer, because it’s embedded in my skull, it’s embedded in my heart and it’s embedded in every nightmare I’ll ever have. As Terry Funk took a broken bottle and began slicing and dicing Cactus Jack, the pain was so much that, I’ll be honest with you, Tommy, I wanted to say, ‘I quit, Terry Funk, I give in, I wave the flag and I’m a coward—just please don’t hurt me anymore.’ Then I saw my saving grace. You see, Tommy, I looked out in that audience, my adoring crowd, and I saw five simple words that changed my life.
‘Randy Orton's thighs are amazing.’ Somebody had taken the time and the effort and the thought to make a sign that said ‘Randy Orton's thighs are amazing.’ And I saw other people around, as every moment in my life stopped and focused in on that sign and the pain that shot through my body became a distant memory—replaced by a thought which will be embedded in my skull until my dying day! Randy Orton's thighs are amazing. Randy Orton's thighs are amazing. Randy Orton is a fifteen-year-old little boy—you sick sons of bitches. You ripped out my heart, you ripped at my soul, you took everything I believed in and you flushed it down the damn toilet. You flushed my heart—you flushed my soul—and now it sickens me to see other people make the same mistake. You see, Tommy Dreamer, I have to listen to Randy Orton say every day, ‘Do you think I'll have amazing thighs,’ and I say, ‘I don't know Randy, because in nine years I'll be doing the job to you. Your dad wore a cowboy hat and never became champ but you will because you'll sell your soul to the boss's son-in-law and he'll caress your amazing thighs while I'm buried.’ You don’t expect me to be bitter? Tommy, when you open up your heart, when you open up your soul and it gets shit on, it tends to make Jack a very mean boy. And so, I say to you—before I take these aggressions out on you, to look at your future and realize that this hardcore life is a lie, that these letters behind me are a blatant lie, that those fans who sit there and say, ‘He’s hardcore, he’s hardcore, he’s hardcore,’ wouldn’t piss on you if you were on fire, you selfish son of a bitch!
But I want you to understand, Tommy, though he’s hurt you time and again, Raven wants you to understand that the hatred I have in here is not for you. No, no—far from it. You see, Tommy, I’m not doing this because I hate you—I love you, man! I only want the best for you—but when I hear that WCW called up your number and you said, ‘No thank you’—well, it makes my blood run cold. As cold as that night in the ECW arena. And so I got a moral obligation—you see, Tommy, I’m on the path of righteousness and righteous men wield a lot of power. So if I’ve got to drag you by your face to that telephone and dial connect and say, ‘Hello, Eric, it’s me, Cactus, and though I know I’ve burned my bridge, and I’ll never be taken back with open arms—I’ve got a wrestler who would gladly trade in his ECW shirt for a pair of green suspenders.’ And Tommy, just think of that sound in your ear when Uncle Eric says, ‘Randy Orton's thighs really are amazing.'"
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Post by Kevin Hamilton on Jun 1, 2011 18:07:51 GMT -5
I've got a lovely buncha Orton's thighs There they are a standing in a row Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head..
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Post by Sir Woodrow on Jun 1, 2011 18:17:04 GMT -5
"ALPHA, RITA HAS ESCAPED. RECRUIT ME FIVE RANDY ORTONS WITH AMAZING THIGHS".
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Post by BobW on Jun 1, 2011 18:17:06 GMT -5
"I HAVE HALF THE THIGHS RANDY ORTON DOES"
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Post by Tiger Maskooo on Jun 1, 2011 18:24:46 GMT -5
WANNA GO FOR A RIDE RANDY ORTONS THIGHS? WE'RE GOING TO GO FOR A RIDE.
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Post by The Doctor on Jun 1, 2011 18:27:18 GMT -5
"You're not the first lot to have come here. There have been so many. And what you've got to ask yourself is... what happened to them? Hello. Randy Orton's thighs are amazing. Basically... run."
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Post by Johnny Truant on Jun 1, 2011 18:27:38 GMT -5
Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you'll find one at the end of Randy Orton's amazing thighs. As you grow older you will discover that you have two hands. One for helping yourself, the other for helping others.
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Post by Sir Woodrow on Jun 1, 2011 18:39:29 GMT -5
I see you, you see me watch you blowin' the lines when you're making a scene Oh girl, you've got to know what my head overlooks the senses will show to my heart when it's watching for lies you can't escape my Orton's Thighs they're watching you they see your every move Orton's Thighs they're watching you Orton's Thighs they're watching you watching you watching you watching you
You play with words you play with love you can twist it around baby that ain't enough cause girl I'm gonna know if you're letting me in or letting me go don't lie when you're hurting inside 'cause you can't escape my Orton's Thighs they're watching you they see your every move Orton's Thighs they're watching you Orton's Thighs they're watching you watching you watching you watching you
Why you try to put up a front for me I'm a spy but on your side you see Slip on, into any disguise I'll still know you look into my Orton's Thighs
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Post by Kevin Hamilton on Jun 1, 2011 19:05:43 GMT -5
Amazing thighs have a first name
R-A-N-D-Y
Amazing thighs have a second name it's
O-R-T-O-N
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Post by xxshoyuweeniexx on Jun 1, 2011 20:16:24 GMT -5
Now this is a story all about how My thighs got flipped turned upside down And I'd like to take a minute, hey don't kick my lamp I'll tell you how I became the new World Heavyweight Champ!
In Missouri Saint Louie, born and raised On Mondays is where I spent most of my days Chilling out, slamming, beating R-Truth And punting some Nexus to FCW
When the SD GM, he was up to no good Started drafting people in my neighborhood I got in one little draft, and Vince made a frown And said "Pack your bags Orton, you're going to Smackdown!"
I went to the area, and Christian came near His golden belt said name, shone my face like a mirror If anything I could let him enjoy his spot But I thought, naw, forget it, yo gimme a title shot!
I pulled out the RKO bout 9:57, The ref gave me the belt, I thought I was in heaven! Jumped in the air, my thighs as stiff a clamp To sit on the throne, as the Heavyweight Champ!
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2011 20:58:16 GMT -5
Most of the big shore places were closed now and there were hardly any lights except the shadowy, moving glow of a ferryboat across the Sound. And as the moon rose higher the inessential houses began to melt away until gradually I became aware of the old island here that flowered once for Dutch sailors' eyes - a fresh, green breast of the new world. Its vanished trees, the trees that had made way for Gatsby's house, had once pandered in whispers to the last and greatest of all human dreams; for a transitory enchanted moment man must have held his breath in the presence of this continent, compelled into an aesthetic contemplation he neither understood nor desired, face to face for the last time in history with something commensurate to his capacity for wonder.
And as I sat there, brooding on the old unknown world, I thought of Gatsby's wonder when he first picked out the green light at the end of Daisy's dock. Randy Orton's thighs are amazing. He had come a long way to this blue lawn and his dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He did not know that it was already behind him, somewhere back in that vast obscurity beyond the city, where the dark fields of the republic rolled on under the night.
Gatsby believed in that green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter - tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther....And one fine morning -
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
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Post by Citizen Snips Has Left on Jun 1, 2011 21:09:29 GMT -5
Chapter One- Loomings
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago-never mind how long precisely-having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see Randy Orton's amazing thighs. It is a way I have of driving off the viper, and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself hearing voices in my head; whenever they counsel me and understand; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street and methodically punting people's heads off-then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.
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Post by Kash Flagg on Jun 1, 2011 22:15:42 GMT -5
Now this is a story all about how My thighs got flipped turned upside down And I'd like to take a minute, hey don't kick my lamp I'll tell you how I became the new World Heavyweight Champ! In Missouri Saint Louie, born and raised On Mondays is where I spent most of my days Chilling out, slamming, beating R-Truth And punting some Nexus to FCW When the SD GM, he was up to no good Started drafting people in my neighborhood I got in one little draft, and Vince made a frown And said "Pack your bags Orton, you're going to Smackdown!" I went to the area, and Christian came near His golden belt said name, shone my face like a mirror If anything I could let him enjoy his spot But I thought, naw, forget it, yo gimme a title shot! I pulled out the RKO bout 9:57, The ref gave me the belt, I thought I was in heaven! Jumped in the air, my thighs as stiff a clamp And now I'm f Genius.
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Post by Perpetual Nirvana on Jun 1, 2011 22:21:39 GMT -5
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Post by khali on Jun 2, 2011 0:12:54 GMT -5
To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, Randy Orton's thighs are amazing; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action.--I will go to the papers if I have to! The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins remember'd.
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