Know Your Stars: WWE Edition!
SUMMARY: The phantom Know Your Stars guy comes back to annoy the hell out of the WWE Superstars!
A/Ns: Whee. Thanks for the reviews, and sorry for the late, late, late update.
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Know your stars... know your stars... know your stars...
Shawn Michaels... he's actually a hippie.
"I ain't no hippie! I'm HBK, the Heart Break Kid, not the Hippie Bitch Kid!"
Shawn Michaels... he burped in the middle of his school play.
"No way, dumbass! I didn't burp. I coughed!"
That what he wants you to believe.
"No! I speak the truth!"
Shawn Michaels... he married and divorced Triple H on the same day because he found out Triple H hated his hair.
"We were never married, so how could we get divorced? Hello?"
Shawn Michaels... he uses hair growth medicine on his chest.
"No way! That's gross. And even if I did, why am I not as hairy as you are?"
I'm not hairy. Check yourself out in the mirror. But don't wear glasses. They might crack.
"Fucktarded son of a bitch!"
Oooh. He insulted me. Is that all you've got?
"You wanna bring it on, bitch?"
No... I'm not gay...
"I'm not either!"
Shawn Michaels... he used to suck on his feet.
"What the hell? I don't!"
Shawn Michaels... he lost a bet that cost him a million dollars, thinking he could pull out the same cards out of four decks of cards.
"No way!"
Shawn Michaels... he burned soup.
"That's idiotic, dude!" he says, and quickly covers his mouth.
Dude? Hippie!
"No!!!"
Now you know... Shawn Michaels... the lying, retarded hippie that uses hair growth medicine on his chest, married and divorced Triple H on the same day, sucks on his feet, lost a million dollar idiotic bet, and stupidly burned soup.
"They don't know me! I swear, everything he said were whole lies and half-truths! Hey! Hey!!!"
Meh.
Major writer's block.
Sorry I haven't been so high lately. Review?