TNA Impact 29/05/14; Here There Be Things
Leave a CommentAfter this I’ll be watching NXT Takeover. Wonder which I’ll prefer.
After this I’ll be watching NXT Takeover. Wonder which I’ll prefer.
I just had a blood test and wish I was woozier, to have an excuse to do a bad job. Lousy ethics.
This doesn’t look like the Olympics. There is no way this is Assassin’s Creed 4. I am fairly certain this is not hockey, so what in the hell is this insufferable crap on my television? Sigh, god damn Smackdown time, here we go… wee?
Hopping time…
Well, it’s official. Bieber is now the US’s problem. Good. Now people who follow the show on Sunday know that we talk a bit of hockey, and myself and the US gents have a rivalry. Granted, the Canadians beat the US for Gold in women’s hockey, and ousted the men. But both games were great and close. Also, by the time Sunday rolls around, I’ll still be watching the game likely when the show starts. So I’ll smell yeah a little later on it. Let’s get through Smackdown and off to Sunday’s PPV, shall we?
Hopping time…
The road to WrestleMania is currently down. Smackdown commences…
Look, I love wrestling. But I love the Winter Olympics more. Don’t expect much for three weeks. It’s FFW time, bitches.
Hopping time…
Who quits the WWE forever… tonight!?!?!?!??
Hopping time…
As G has gone to see the first film in a theatre in “The Empire of Smaug Strikes Back”, I have taken over this review… or at least for the time being. HELP! If he discovers I posted here while he was away, he’ll surely kill me and the monkey that resides in the open cage upon the stairs. I am hoping he will not read this, as he usually skips the RAW review because it “Fucking sucks.” Save me Obi-Wan… (article hijack update).
Hopping time…
Holidays. They happen. The question is Taco or No Taco (hint, check out that article). By default, I will watch this show. Maybe the answer to that question will be discovered? Maybe…
Hopping time…
“It wasn’t supposed to be like this, Bryan! We could have been friends!” Crab Walk…. That was creepy. And so it begins… Mayor McCheese holds all of the titles with a side of french fries. When I last saw him, he only still had the soda, Mr. White. (P.S. Mr. Pink survived. Deal with it).
Oh yeah, wrestling is on.
Hopping time…