My mother was a Buddhist, but she never missed a service at the Pentecostal church down the street. This shiat is why.
Then she’d come home and watch Ernest Angeley. So that’s where I get it the multiculti freakness from, in case you’re axin’.
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“Nig-fuck-compoop”?
Seriously, I think we need to see this guy and Angeley in a cage match.
Even odds on Angley – his hair alone can take this guy.
I dunno about that. Angley gives me the impression of a re-animated corpse; all this guy would have to do is hold up a crucifix. And yell, “Begone, BEEYATCH!”
We’ll just have to wait for the matchup – I still think that Angley’s necrophiliac charm is a tactical advantage for him, but the bro with the cane and the yellow pages? Could be fun.
It should come down to a dance-off.
Yep – the film version starring John Travolta and a resurrected Gregory Hines