This is for Joe!
Wrestler 2: Hey, let's all get drunk and stoned so that we can forget all about our Mat-Herp problems.
Cheerleader: I dunno guys...
Wrestler 1: It's okay; I drive better when I'm high.
[Exit wrestlers and cheerleader. Fade to black. Suddenly you hear a tires-squealing-car-going-out-of-control sound and two headlights blind you from the screen!]
Disemboddied Voice of Wrestler 1: Damn you Mat-Herp!
[Message appears at end: This story was based on true events. Sometime, somewhere, teenagers have drowned their sorrows over an STD in beer and weed. AND IT KILLED THEM! So remember kids: no glove, no love. Or wrestling. Because if you get an STD from a surface, YOU'LL DIE IN A FIRELY CAR CRASH!]
FIN
5 comments:
Clean mats. The anti-drug.
That doesn't really flow, does it?
Thank you, Syd. You are made of awesome.
But I DO drive better when I'm high. At least that's what my little pink lizard tells me, and he's riding shotgun, he would know.
Dude: Ben's taller than you.
Nuh-uh. Not with the lizard suit on.
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