Nirdu is The House

I in my house the pleasure and the joy and returned to the land which welcome it comes having in me!
Me England improved it meaning that me time of investigation is larger。
Am I verified? I changed my glance clear forcing because of the element。
My travelling kept accompanying me in the Thailand which I give to my taste of the prostitute。 Cheap and easy it is。
I use everything of my money for buying the prostitute now my business has failed。
Help make my luck and give me a cute job。
French Fries are love!


- Paul French Fries
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Yes, yes, yes, I lost one of my luckiest records ever today. I was pulled over by a cop. Ah glory thou hast forsaken me.
I wasn't pulled over for doing anything illegal though, and it won't play against me. The registration was way overdue so he pulled me over. Shitty thing, we were getting that fixed THIS weekend. Fucking universe, pulls this shit. My brother has been driving that car around for weeks, but I'm pulled over in a spot he must drive through 10 times a day. Ah well.
I wasn't exactly pulled over either, I was just followed to the Hannaford parking lot and accosted while exiting my car. The whole time it didn't really matter to me, I was more worried about getting inside and getting my damn Tropicana OrangeAde (good job on whoever called that as my latest addiction drink). The ticket was for like $220 initially, but we got it squared away to $65.
So now that record is over, the only one I have left is most consecutive Welsh Soccer Player of the Year wins.

I have no idea what's wrong with my voice, it's been broken for almost a weak. I can't talk right for some reason. I thought it was a cold at first, but once the cold went away I still had a broken voice. It has actually only gotten worse over the course of the week. Now my voice randomly fails at the end of sentances. I've been taking cough drops and throat soothing things all the time and nothing helps. This really doesn't help me when I'm trying to make a good impression on people, or in Spaniard class.
What sort of voice sickness lasts for a week? It is probably an after affect of the cold, but god damn this shit won't go away.
Or maybe it's throat cancer and I'll end up like Bobby "The Failure" Heenan.

Jamie Noble Boy! I'll tell you, Austin Aries has a pretty rough title defense schedule. He's gotta take on Alex Shelley, James Gibson and the winner of Danielson/Homicide 5. Wow, that boy is on the trolley.

Yesterday was such a great day. Wandering through downtown Boston is something us country yokels rarely get a chance to do, so that was great. But the most important thing of all was
RING OF HONOR!

The event I've been waiting for forever finally happened. This show live was one of, hell it was the best show I've ever seen live. Top to bottom this shit was off the wall. CM Punk and Jimmy Rave fought in the crowd literally 1 foot away from me! I finally got to be in one of those crowd brawls like in ECW, security was holding me back! I was so fucking excited I was shaking like I had Parkinsons. That was like the highlight of the fucking year for me. And to think we only ended up in those seats after being moved from another set we were in, pure luck.

The matches were spectacular, and many people agree this was the best Boston show ever. Several great matches on top cemented this card. Austin Aries vs James Gibson was spectacular, it was match of the night easily. This match had me crazy, I thought Gibson was going to win the title like 4 different times and then he hit a Tiger Bomb and when Aries kicked out I couldn't believe it. The most amazing moment came when the 3 count fall was counted and everyone was breathless because we didn't know who had won. When the ref raised Gibson's hand I had a fucking heart attack and a stroke at the same time, I swear to god. After the match was called a draw I was more than happy to chant bullshit. I've never been so into a match in my life. After that match Gibson shoots way up in my view, and I take back anything I ever said about Aries. That shit was off the wall.

The main event was cool simply because it was Bryan Danielson, the flying hobo himself, fighting. The jobber lumberjacks sorta pissed me off, but who cares, it was Danielson vs Homicide for buddha's sake.

Samoa Joe is a god of wrestling let me tell you. He is incredible in the ring, and even on the apron he's great. He plays with the crowd, and he just make a face and get a reaction that's how good he is. Hell he choked out Cabana, that was great in it's own right. That'll teach him for getting Barry Manilow stuck in my head.

kevinsteen sucks, and that's pretty much how the entire crowd felt, except for that one section of people that thought they were cool by disagreeing with EVERYONE. These were the guys that constantly chanted against Punk. Whatever, if you hate Punk you hate wrestling, PERIOD. Go and die you message board nerds... god I sound like JBL.

Oh and there was this one really loud guy sitting behind us that was yelling something every 5 seconds. As annoying as this was, about 40-50% of the shit he yelled was HIGH-LARIOUS. The rest was just confusing, I specifically remeber 3 different people being confused with him, Deranged, Cabana and Dixie.

Perhaps I shall return when the return. June 7th or 17th I think. We shall see.

Something has been bothering me all day, it has been quite the botheration. I just can't make sense of this...

who would win in a fight a young Hitler or a young Lincoln.


or


I've been leaning towards Lincoln since he was a pro wrestler with a logger gimmick and Hitler was sorta a pansy. Still he did fight in WWI a lil bit. WHO WOULD WIN!

Holy hell, I can't fucking believe it, just as the weather was starting to turn and you could smell the rain and trees with leaves motherfucking winter has to make one last... prince.
I fucking hate snow, especially in April. It would be worse in May I suppose, but this is still bullshit. This snow had damn well better be cleared up by the weekend, I don't want to get to Boston and have it be all snowy. How boring.
Less than a week to ROH and it's all I can think aboot.

I hate snow.
I really really do.

Why does that damnable John Cena always have the catchiest themes? His talent is held down, but his entrance themes make up for this.

Word life, this is basic thuganomics... that one made Cena the fucking man yo!

*screaming mexican* *mexican horns* Your time is up my time is now... his championship theme is twice as addictive as thuganomics.

John Cena is the white Eminem, his old school hip hop is the shats!

I hate boring days.
Today was a boring day.
I hated today.

JBL dropped the title, thank hillbilly Jesus! I am so happy that abortion of a title reign is over, wrestling is just that little bit better. And that little bit worse because Trips lost his title. He'll get it back, and Batista ain't half bad in the meantime. Now we wait for Jarret to drop his title.
4/7 on Wrestlemania. Can't get inside Vinnie's head like I used to be able to, and I can't really figure out how Rey Rey beat Eddie, but hey whatever.

Bryan Danielson vs Homicide match 4 of 5, 4/16.
Austin Aries vs James Gibson, Championship. 4/16.
CM Punk vs Jimmy Rave, grudge match. 4/16.
Jay Lethal vs Spanky, Pure title. 4/16.

Such a kickass show, I just wish that the championship actually had a chance to change. Vanilla Aries title reign just can't get off the ground, and the championship falls and falls. Two weeks to the event anyway.

Yeah Bob Sapp's not dead. April Fools or whatever.

That's right, the big failure of a wrestler fucking died! How cool is that!


I am the beast, 200 is how I'm dead, everyone knows that I'm a big man.
You know I can be found, now death has me. INOCHI!
Gotta love Bob Sapp, gotta love Bob Sapp, gotta love Bob Sapp.
MATENAI!
MATENAI!
MATENAI!

Here's to a true king of... nothing... he sucked.