Must Read This Story! You'll Be Dumber For It!

[User546]

Doing a search for information on Lear Jet's I come across this fascinatingly-disturbing column written by a guy living in a world that no one else on this planet is a member of.

http://www.angelfire.com/wrestling3/mwawrestling1/malibu1.html

Here are some of my favorite lines... be sure and check it out yourself.

• As I write this I’m in my customized Lear Jet for me by the good folks down at Lear Jet, she’s the world’s most expensive Lear Jet (by the way my dear friends; the world’s most expensive, my jet makes them Saudi Arabian jets look like the Saudi Arabian’s bought theirs’ at a Walmart fire sale).
• My staff and I are roaring 500 miles per hour, 1,000 feet headed west over Sunset Boulevard Check this out, there is my old house; well to be exact a little ol’ rinky-dinky piddlin’ 12 bedroom mansion.
• “Hey chief pilot Ace, get ready to open the cockpit window cuz I’m gonna spit on that Beverly Hills mansion”. Miss. Marsha, my personal assistant has just informed me that spitting on Beverly Hills is not worth one ounce of my spit. I just told Ace to get away from the window and go back to flying this here jet.
• Ace has just notified Miss. Marsha it is now time for my Lear Jet like no other to turn head south to Mexico City for Mexican food, as had been voted on before we took off. On the tail of my Lear Jet is my motto “B.S. like no other”.
• As my world’s largest and most expensive custom Lear Jet takes a southern heading,
• As I look down 10,000 feet I spy with my little eye the 500 foot Royal yacht that daddy bought for me from the Queen of England. It was not a bad present, but Tex made me pay 5 percent which was a bummer. Daddy says it had something to do with responsibility and teaching me some, but I can’t quite cotton to what he’s saying.

I'm going to go out on a limb here and say this guy's not legit...

 

[100LL... Again!]

Lets out him.

 

[Snakum]

Looks like it's the site of a local-yokel wrestling association in the mid-atlantic. That's probably supposed to be one of their wrestlers, whose setup is that he's a rich daddy's boy er sump'n. These are the guys who bust their @ss at small-town gyms and rodeo arenas all over the east coast, and probably everywhere else. Most have a regular job besides the wrestling gig (it's kinda like paying your dues in a band) and make very little money unless they break into the big leagues.

One of the guys in my old gym in Raleigh landed a gig first as the 'son' of an old wrestler named Dusty Rhoads, and then later as this gay-@ss guy who wore a long blond wig and sparkley Grand Ole Opry robes. He didn't even make enough money to cover his 'pharmacy bill' till he got the gig with a big wrestling promoter in Charlotte (the same one that had Rick Flair and Sting and all those fags).

Some of these guys are monsters, though. Steroid city.

Minh

 

[User546]

Interesting, well that makes a lot of sense I guess.

I'd highly suggest to the guy that wrote this then that he needs to tone down that persona he's trying to create quit a bit - he sounds like a complete moron in this post who never had a dime to his name!