As of some one gently slapping, slapping at my chamber door

As of some one gently slapping, slapping at my chamber door.
“’Tis Johnny Gargano,” I muttered, “thigh slapping at my chamber door—
Five foot two and nothing more.”

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Virginia Clemm died at 24. The fact that she managed to catch some dick at 13 was a good thing.

based and manletpilled

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Urge to resub to WWE network... rising

Glorious, Edgar. Well done sir

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Nice, I smiled a bit

And the tarp, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the empty seats of Raw just outside what hard cam saw;
And its ratings have all the seeming of a show that should not be screening,
And the stage-light o’er it streaming throws its shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted—nevermore!

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Baseducated

“Will you say the pooper scooper line", said a Spider to a Fly;
"'Tis the goodest of shit that ever you will say.
The way into me owing you one is through the line,
And I have many pretty checks to write when you say it."
"Oh, no, no!" said the little Fly; "to ask me is in vain:
For who say that pooper scooper line shall ne'er wrestle for you again."

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based thread

Based and Poepilled

My little horse must think it queer
To job without a title near
Laying between the lockers and the door
The saddest evening of the year.

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giggled heartily

Based OP bringing some culture to this shithole of a board.

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Came here to post this

Nigger Nigger, bumhole tight
On that fateful summer's night
What a bitch afore you lies
To take thy fearful BBC

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Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to my hole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my racially tolerant soul.

In the fell clutch of ebony hands
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of black hips
My rear is bloody, gaped and thoroughly ploughed

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who was the jannetty?

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I smiled. Id like to see this get over

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based