Post by Emerson on May 10, 2018 13:27:44 GMT -5
When I was little my father used to watch cheesy movies, stuff like Any which way but loose and Cannon ball run movies. They were silly but fun. No one ever complained that Burt Reynolds or Clint Eastwood were super old even back then. Point is people got their moneys worth when they went to see any of their movies.
Why do I mention this? I dont know, I guess thinking bout da past does that to someone. I am no exception. I remember going to the movies and sitting in the chair next to him thinking I was so grown up. I would always get nachos when we went with a little bit of jalapenos. Back then they used real chips made from corn tortillas, they were always drenched in oil but I liked them.
I would get a soda and if we got early enough there he would give me a few quarters, so I could play some video games. Id usually play Terminator, cause I really liked the rifles. I never got very far in the game. I just wasnt good enough.
And even after all those years I still feel about the same. Like I am just not good enough to be in SFT. To be a dad. To even be a responsible adult.
I wonder if anyone feels like that? I doubt it. I think most men dont feel like that till they get past 30 and have a family. Then and only then will you realize just how unfit we really are.
So I guess that its time I speak to Mr. Amazing. How you doing Mr? You good? You ok? Well I guess its time you and I faced off again? Didnt I beat you last year? I dont remember honestly. I hope I did. When I think of you, I think of the NFL. How so many teams invest on their number 1 pick and they turn out to be complete and utter busts. Just a waste of money, waste of time, waste of resources.
You see Mr. Amazing. You think of yourself as the best. The one who amazes people, fascinates people, the one who shows everyone what perfection is. Till you get in the ring and it all falls apart. You want to amaze me? How bout you cut a promo before the actual show. How bout you put some effort. You seem like those pretty girls in high school. Sure they were pretty but absolutely no substance, no heart, no soul, just a pretty face. It was sad and they grew up to have sad lives. So question remains, are you a high school cheerleader, or a wrestler in SFT. Time to put up or shut up, you hear me?
I doubt you do. But heres hoping something finally digs in to that braindead head of yours.
That I dont think will happen. But here goes nothing.
Fade to black
Why do I mention this? I dont know, I guess thinking bout da past does that to someone. I am no exception. I remember going to the movies and sitting in the chair next to him thinking I was so grown up. I would always get nachos when we went with a little bit of jalapenos. Back then they used real chips made from corn tortillas, they were always drenched in oil but I liked them.
I would get a soda and if we got early enough there he would give me a few quarters, so I could play some video games. Id usually play Terminator, cause I really liked the rifles. I never got very far in the game. I just wasnt good enough.
And even after all those years I still feel about the same. Like I am just not good enough to be in SFT. To be a dad. To even be a responsible adult.
I wonder if anyone feels like that? I doubt it. I think most men dont feel like that till they get past 30 and have a family. Then and only then will you realize just how unfit we really are.
So I guess that its time I speak to Mr. Amazing. How you doing Mr? You good? You ok? Well I guess its time you and I faced off again? Didnt I beat you last year? I dont remember honestly. I hope I did. When I think of you, I think of the NFL. How so many teams invest on their number 1 pick and they turn out to be complete and utter busts. Just a waste of money, waste of time, waste of resources.
You see Mr. Amazing. You think of yourself as the best. The one who amazes people, fascinates people, the one who shows everyone what perfection is. Till you get in the ring and it all falls apart. You want to amaze me? How bout you cut a promo before the actual show. How bout you put some effort. You seem like those pretty girls in high school. Sure they were pretty but absolutely no substance, no heart, no soul, just a pretty face. It was sad and they grew up to have sad lives. So question remains, are you a high school cheerleader, or a wrestler in SFT. Time to put up or shut up, you hear me?
I doubt you do. But heres hoping something finally digs in to that braindead head of yours.
That I dont think will happen. But here goes nothing.
Fade to black
