Cursed, too funny summerslam review (Patreon)

As usual i'm incapable of just talking about wrestling like a normal person and have produced yet another mentally insane babbling tirade that would make all 3 animaniacs combined seem dry and professional. Depending on how wrong you are i may have gone too far in a few dozen places throughout this one. Its the endless curse of tha coolest guy, i can't be boring no matter how hard i try. 

If you ask me, and you should because i know all, i haven't gone too far enough. I won't stop running my mouth until i've left behind an ouvre of wise-assery that would make Rob Paulson seem lukewarm and polite. I pray that at least some of you can comprehend what a sick fucking line that was. Acknowledge me, the Tribal Chief's Dad, Chief.

Crap, I just watched this movie about a pudding-brained young man trying to be a wrestler. It was called the Peanut Butter falcon and it had Jake the Snake Roberts and Mick Foley in it. Now i'm trying to remember what i said in this video about the actual wrestling cause all that's in my head is that little downsy boy gorilla press tossing Jake into space while a Shia Labeouf gets tire ironed in the head. That might have been better the whole stinkin summerslam.