My workouts must be paying off. I say this because today I tried to change into a linen shirt I wore a few times earlier this summer, and I somehow managed to rip the sleeves like Hulk Hogan! Do you know what this means?! I have literally become too sexy for my shirt! Hulk always called his arms the “24 inch pythons” but up to this point the only python I owned worth bragging about is the one in my britches. Now, I can talk a little bit of trash about my guns, too!
I need you all to keep me from taking it too far though. I want to exercise good taste and discretion while wielding my even-more-muscle-bound-than-I-realized frame. I refuse to follow Hulk’s lead and make terrible movies for a quick payday. Hulk’s first major movie role(not counting his turn as “Thunderlips” in Rocky III) was in a film called “No Holds Barred.”
What’s really sad is that I can only remember two things about this movie:
- It introduced the world to Tiny “Zeus” Lister, a.k.a. Deebo from the Friday films.
- There was a scene where Hulk Hogan scared some fellow into sh*tting on himself.
Fortunately or unfortunately for you all, I present that scene in it’s overacted entirety. No need to thank me.
You’re becoming just too sexy for your clothes now, huh?
*You’re too sexy for your shirt. Too sexy for your shirt. So sexy it hurts*
Back on topic. Be warned….keep on doing that, and you’ll have nothing else to wear. On second thought….LOL!
LOL
That scene is the worst lol…light skinned coalition will be celebrating in DC soon enough!
-Ed.