Wrassler Thoughts

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So for my birthday/Christmas, one of my gentleman admirers got me Jimmy Jacobs DVDs, because the way to a girl's heart is paved with pint-sized emo wrestlers.



I was joking with him that we should just book Jimmy himself for my next birthday. I mean, how much can he possibly charge just to show up and eat cake with me?

Also, WTF is with all the starry-eyed fangirls on Tumblr being like, "Oh, I bet in real life Dean Ambrose is really shy" and thinking he doesn't/never smoked, and choosing to believe the comments about him partying hard on the regular and banging girls are just works or jokes -- look, I don't know the guy, but I know guys, okay, and GURLS y'all are fooling your damn selves. Also, why the fuck are you all up on the dick of a dirty, rough, take-you-home-and-fuck-you-twice guy, while trying to pretend he's probably really Mr. Nice Guy? Be honest with yourself. He's dirty and rough and that turns you on.

BTW, thanks to em25, I now have a new wrassler obsession, and it's PWG's Super Dragon. Basically Super Dragon curb stomps people's faces, wears an awesome mask, and never gives a fuck about anyone or anything, ever. I can respect that. Here's a video about the Super Dragon in his natural habitat, which is him being the baddest motherfucker on the planet every minute of the day.

I think I will have to find some excuse to get my boyfriend to wear a Super Dragon mask in bed, just once. Is that SO WRONG?! Maybe I can get him to paint it on if I don't tell him why.

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