Mick

Good evening. As a duly-designated representative of the City, County and State of New York, I order you to cease any and all supernatural activity and return forthwith to your place of origin, or to the next convenient parallel dimension.

THERE......ARE......FOUR......LIGHTS!

The legacy will live forever!

I think it's time to blow this thing, get everybody and their stuff together. Okay, 3, 2, 1, let's jam.

Pick anyone you want. I'm good at all of them. I have 97 of them.

Growing a bear.

*Plink*

O Hai!

Raw in one minute, real question is: Will EWB stay up?

My prediction was right. WrestleMania WAS pain.

I paid nothing for WrestleMania and all I got was this lousy Recent Status Update.

My WrestleMania Prediction: PAIN.

Ten years since X7.....damn.

I am Mick™'s Recent Status Update.

Take me down to the Empire City where the grass is green and the girls are pretty...

The team wearing yellow pants shall win!

When Chekhov saw the long winter, he saw a winter bleak and dark and bereft of hope. Yet we know that winter is just another step in the cycle of life. But standing here among the people of Punxsutawney and basking in the warmth of their hearths and hearts, I couldn't imagine a better fate than a long and lustrous winter.

You want a prediction about the weather, you're asking the wrong Phil. I'll give you a winter prediction: It's gonna be cold, it's gonna be grey, and it's gonna last you for the rest of your life.

I've got me a Chrysler, it seats about twenty so hurry up, and bring your juke box money!

Mongo! SANTA MARIA!

Where do you think you're going? Nobody's leaving. Nobody's walking out on this fun, old-fashioned family Christmas. No, no. We're all in this together. This is a full-blown, four-alarm holiday emergency here. We're gonna press on, and we're gonna have the hap, hap, happiest Christmas since Bing Crosby tap-danced with Danny fucking Kaye. And when Santa squeezes his fat white ass down that chimney tonight, he's gonna find the jolliest bunch of assholes this side of ...

If any of you are looking for any last-minute gift ideas for me, I have one. I'd like Frank Shirley, my boss, right here tonight. I want him brought from his happy holiday slumber over there on Melody Lane with all the other rich people and I want him brought right here, with a big ribbon on his head, and I want to look him straight in the eye and I want to tell him what a cheap, lying, no-good, rotten, four-flushing, low-life, snake-licking, dirt-eating, inbred, overstuffed, ignorant, bl...

Gotta choose a Christmas Movie; what do you guys think, Die Hard or Lethal Weapon?

Gotta choose a Christmas movie...

Right, let's sort the buyers from the spiers, the needy from the greedy, and those who trust me from the ones that dont. Cause if you can't see value here today, you're not up here shopping, you're shoplifting.