A Normal Day in the Life of Booker T
By: LordAtomic
Legal Crap Nobody Reads
I am not Booker T. Hell, I've never even met him! I did meet Test, my favorite wrestler, once. It was cool.
***
It was a cheery Sunday morning. As sunlight streamed through his window and onto his eyes, Booker T slowly rose from his bed. As soon as he regained his bearings, he quickly shook the cobwebs out of his head and put a big grin on his face.
"It's morning, sucka!", he yelled for no reason.
Booker T then stood on his bed and dropped to one knee, and placed his right hand square in front of his face. After bobbing his head a few times, he then proceeded to pull a perfect Spineroony. ...Well, it was perfect, except his spinning legs hit the wall and created gaping dents.
"I fill those dents in later, sucka!", he proclaimed to nobody but himself. Suddenly, Booker T's phone rang.
"Who the hell is this, sucka?!", Booker T screamed into the telephone.
"Hello, is this Booker T?"
"Yeah, sucka!"
"This is Mick Foley, the WWF Commishioner. You're fired! Have a nice day!". Mick Foley hung up.
"WHAT THE FLYING FUCK COCK SHITTING CRAP?!*", Booker T exclaimed. "My job is all I got, sucka!"
Suddenly the phone rang again.
"Who the hell is this again, sucka?!"
"Hello, would you be interested in buying some Girl Scout Yum-Yum Chocolate Chip Cooki-"
"I hate telemarketers, sucka!". Booker T hung up.
After he took about ½ hour to calm down, he decided to go outside and look for a new job. After falling onto one knee and doing the Spinaroony again, he went into his car to look for a job.
To be continued...
*Special thanks go to my friend MogKnight for creating this string of vulgarity. For those who are wondering, he exclaimed this "Vulgar Haiku" after learning of the new cartoon Zelda and the kiddy Mario Sunshine, two crappy Nintendo GameCube games.
By: LordAtomic
Legal Crap Nobody Reads
I am not Booker T. Hell, I've never even met him! I did meet Test, my favorite wrestler, once. It was cool.
***
It was a cheery Sunday morning. As sunlight streamed through his window and onto his eyes, Booker T slowly rose from his bed. As soon as he regained his bearings, he quickly shook the cobwebs out of his head and put a big grin on his face.
"It's morning, sucka!", he yelled for no reason.
Booker T then stood on his bed and dropped to one knee, and placed his right hand square in front of his face. After bobbing his head a few times, he then proceeded to pull a perfect Spineroony. ...Well, it was perfect, except his spinning legs hit the wall and created gaping dents.
"I fill those dents in later, sucka!", he proclaimed to nobody but himself. Suddenly, Booker T's phone rang.
"Who the hell is this, sucka?!", Booker T screamed into the telephone.
"Hello, is this Booker T?"
"Yeah, sucka!"
"This is Mick Foley, the WWF Commishioner. You're fired! Have a nice day!". Mick Foley hung up.
"WHAT THE FLYING FUCK COCK SHITTING CRAP?!*", Booker T exclaimed. "My job is all I got, sucka!"
Suddenly the phone rang again.
"Who the hell is this again, sucka?!"
"Hello, would you be interested in buying some Girl Scout Yum-Yum Chocolate Chip Cooki-"
"I hate telemarketers, sucka!". Booker T hung up.
After he took about ½ hour to calm down, he decided to go outside and look for a new job. After falling onto one knee and doing the Spinaroony again, he went into his car to look for a job.
To be continued...
*Special thanks go to my friend MogKnight for creating this string of vulgarity. For those who are wondering, he exclaimed this "Vulgar Haiku" after learning of the new cartoon Zelda and the kiddy Mario Sunshine, two crappy Nintendo GameCube games.