Well that’s gonna be fun for the kids to search.

AND THE LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND OF THE FREEEEEEEEEEEE AND THE HOOOOOOOOOOME OF THEEEEEEEE BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAVEEEE…

Remember that part of your anthem America?

Two franks, a can with beans in it with sauce still on lid.

this is a shitpost.

Artificial existential crisis machine.

I misread that as J K Simmons and freaked out, thankfully I could read it properly the second time.

Would crush me if that legend was a piece of shit.

EXSPERMINATE!

Light sprinkling of sad, still at work and just wanna go home and hang out with my dogs.

Edit: no sad anymore, just dogs.

Always have something to distract you while it loads, never let those thoughts be heard!

I have no fucking clue what is happening right now.

Maybe she’s born with it.

Maybe it PTSD.

The rocks just make it classy.

Nah this is straight out midwest emo whine.

You’re pretty fired up for an icefox, you need to chill out.

Someone’s merged Ric Flair, Sting and Dutch Mantel, with a tiny sprinkle of Scott Steiner and created the ultimate wrestler.

I was gonna put beard stings head on deaths body, but I found this picture instead.

Now that’s a true heros death.

I’m not sure if he’s gonna kill me or send me on an epic journey through the underworld.

I like Jericho, but that was the worst character design in the history of wrestling.

50 year old vodka fat emo kid.

Bearded Sting is fucking terrifying.

Members of the public, you now have one minute to reach minimum safe distance.