Posted at 3:32 am on May 18, 2017 by:
HUH?
FAAAAAAAAAT ASSES!
"HUH?"
Botch fell out onto the stage with an "OWWWWWWWWW!" and laid there for six weeks. When he got back up, he took a shit off the side of the stage into the crowd before walking down the ramp, the smell emanating from the ring attracting him like flies to shit.
Goldy finished cleaning Staph's shaft and was now too busy violently milking her to notice Botch. She had a fake tit grasped in each fat hand and she was squirting them into a bucket already filled with clumps of shit. She was making a shit milkshake to wash down the loose flesh.
Another six weeks later, Botch finally arrived at the bottom of the ramp. By now, Goldy was suckling on Staph's prolapsed anus. The fans had continued to vomit, creating a vomit swamp around the ring. Too ignorant to be disgusted, Botch stepped into the vomit, which quickly went up above his waist, and he started wading through it to reach the ring.
Sliding into the ring eight months later after navigating the swamp, Botch immediately starting a three count even though no one was being pinned.
HUH? WUN
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HUH? NIKEEN
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HUH? FIFFY SINS
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HUH? EGG
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Goldy interrupted the 'three' count by picking Botch up and licking him all over, believing the vomit caked on his body was Campbell's Chunky.
