Mick

This is what happens when you find a stranger in the Alps!

Thought you dumbasses would've learned your lesson with "1 Night In Chyna".....

Throw out your hands, Stick out your tush! Hands on your hips, Give 'em a push! You'll be surprised, You're doing the French Mistake! Viola!

Triple H and Stephanie are out in the park with their kids. Stephanie says "Hey, Hunter. Think you could you push the baby?" Triple H said "Sure honey, after all, that's what responsible parents do!".

Triple H is a very, very, bad person.

Unlocked

Up and at them!

Was it THAT neccesary to bring up a 3 year old topic that was started by a banned member? Awesome certainly doesn't describe this man's thinking.

WCW? That's WCW spelled backwards, Mike!

WE ARE THE NATION. OF DOMINATION.

We got this man, we got this by the ass!

WE REQUIRE MORE VESPINE GAS

We'll be changing the rules, a little bit. We are opening the presents now. Not later, now. Why? We're adults, and we can open our presents, WHENEVER WE WANT!

We're Back!

We're back!

We've got this man. We've got this by the ass!

Welcome to the Afterlife, Jean-Luc. You're DEAD.

Well, I'm not going home. I am going to get in my boat, and go up reever, and kick, that son of a bitch Bison's ass so HARD, that the next Bison wannabe, is gonna feel it. Now, who wants to go home.......................AND WHO WANTS TO GO WITH ME?!

Well, so much for Ragnarok...

What? Not dead yet?!

What's a...pedarast, Walter?

What's this? A handsome family picnic woefully underpopulated by bees? A large influx of bees oughta put a stop to that!

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.

When there's no more room in Hell, Mick shall walk the -- other Hell, what the Hell?

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 ...