>>17876179Damn straight. Listen here, I grew up in a little town south of the Kentucky border... things were simple. You tended the farm, raised the herd... and if anyone gave you shit? Son, you beat the fucker down. You were a man. And under that hot Alabama sun you learned the values of Christ, America, and manhood- the Mississippi trio as my pop called it... may god bless his soul...
And a man like me? Well when we weren’t out hunting or at the bar? We watched rasslin. None of that pussy European shit- real rasslin, WWE rasslin. I’d get back home... hang up my duster, cold beer, my girl cooking some fineeee BBQ... and I'd watch muscular, toned black men. Sometimes they’d collide into each other, sometimes body slam... but they were always fine specimens. I’d watch those darkies sweat and toil for hours... and I’ll admit my loins stirred more than once... called it the Texas rise, heh... and when I watched those Fed boys rassle, my mind... wandered. I imagined them taking my girl... like animals- hoo boy did that get me goin! I remember, in the 12th ad break of the WWE Backlash 2025 powered by Morgan & Morgan, America's Largest Injury Law Firm™, right after the Arby's presents: the WE GOT MEAT™ kick off show! brought to you by Prime I noticed my missus watching those stallions on screen... stroking that pussy of hers. And I tell you what... without a word I drove her down the city, St. Louis- my home- and she made love to every nigger in sight. I milked my johnson more than ever that night. So when you pussy dubbalos talk about rasslin.... remember what REAL men rassle.
