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Anonymous Thu 31 Jul 2025 16:48:40 No.18408639 View View Reply Original Report

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80 year old Vince going 90mph swerving in and out of traffic at 9am on a weekday

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Anonymous Thu 31 Jul 2025 16:50:54 No.18408657 Report

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These two bit shitboxes have NO CHANCE when Vinny Macs Bentley comes screaming down that passenger lane pedal to the metal on a peaceful brisk Connecticut morning

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Anonymous Thu 31 Jul 2025 16:53:47 No.18408679 Report

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Lol I'M GET OUT OF THE WAY PAL. I CAN'T SEE SHIT.!

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Anonymous Thu 31 Jul 2025 16:55:16 No.18408688 Report

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I dont think Vince will die of natural causes, this guy is most likely going to go out with his car and body totaled left on the side of the road someday

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Anonymous Thu 31 Jul 2025 17:03:00 No.18408755 Report

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>>18408639
Transcript from JR's book "Slobberknocker" 1/3

>It seemed like Vince was happy with me, too. "Jim, you ride with me," he said after a few weeks of Raw. In the parking bay of the building, Vince had a big Cadillac waiting. I could tell the second he started the engine that this was going to be a little bit of a "white knuckle" ride.

>"What music do you listen to?" he asked.

>"Eh...well I...."

>Before I could answer McMahon blasted AC/DC through the car speakers, the sound of which made everyone turn to see who the asshole was. When they saw it was the chairman's car, they all smiled and waved. We reached the road outside the building and Vince floored it. I honestly thought I was going to die before we even made it to the highway. I was stuck to the back of my seat praying to the good Lord himself for a safe journey. Beside me, Vince was singing at the top of his lungs, punching 90 miles an hour on a secondary road, all while "dancing" in his seat. "I'M AN AMAZING DANCER FOR A WHITE MAN," he shouted over the music.

>"I CAN SEE," I shouted back.

>Any car he met along the way, Vince drove inches from their trunk until they moved over. Sensing my utter terror, he leaned into me, taking his eyes completely off the road, and shouted in my ear, "I'VE GOT AMAZING DEPTH PERCEPTION. DON'T WORRY, PAL."

>"OK."

>Vince continued to gyrate in his seat as he weaved through traffic. He then stopped the song mid solo. The silence, after such a jarring burst of sound, was deafening. His demeanor completely changed. He went from bombastic and animated to somber and quiet.

>"I want you to hear this," he said in a low voice.

>"Hear what?" I said. I was afraid I'd miss whatever it was Vince was letting me in on. He seemed pained, almost confessional.

>"You can't hear that?" he said, putting his finger to his lips.

>I didn't want to sound like a jackass, so I listened as carefully as I could.

>"You hear it, Jim?" he asked, a little more impatiently.

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Anonymous Thu 31 Jul 2025 17:04:05 No.18408762 Report

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>>18408755
2/3

>I thought I heard something in the trunk. My first thought was: they've put long-time employee Howard Finkel in the trunk as a rib. "Is it the car?" I asked.

>"Jesus Christ, listen will you?" he growled.

>I closed my eyes and listened as hard as I have ever listened for anything in my life.

>"Here it is," he said. And then he began to fart. A long, bass-filled flatullence that eventually finished with a smile of pride from the chairman. "You hear it now?" he asked, and then cackled with laughter.

>I made a split decision not to "sell it" in any way. I sat facing forward like nothing had happened.

>McMahon was so happy with himself. "You know how I get the longevity and smell, Jim? Protein. I eat nothing but fucking protein, pal."

>"Yeah it wasn't that impressive," I said.

>Vince's head swiveled in my direction like I'd just insulted his wife or something. "What?" he asked with menace. He was serious. Offended, even.

>I couldn't back down now. It was a test. I was sure it was. "Well, I've been around the business for over twenty years now, Vince. Robert Gibson..."

>Vince locked the windows and let another one go. Twice the volume. Twice the smell. He watched my reaction intently as we continued to tear along the highway at speed. His "creation" was putrid, but I knew if I told him that he'd just keep doing it. So I sat still and waited for the smell to stop burning my lungs.

>"How about that one?" Vince asked. He hated to be beaten at anything, even farting competitions.

>He studied my reaction until the blue lights in his rear view mirror caught his attention. "Ah, shit," he said as he pulled over. "Was I speeding, Jim?"

>"Just a tad."

>"Why didn't you say something, goddammit, pal?"

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Anonymous Thu 31 Jul 2025 17:04:59 No.18408771 Report

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SORRY PAL BUT YOU'RE NEVER GONNA MAIN EVENT WRESTLEMANIA DRIVING A CAMRY

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Anonymous Thu 31 Jul 2025 17:05:07 No.18408775 Report

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>>18408762
>The Ohio State Trooper approached and McMahon rolled down his window. I took a covert, life-saving breath of fresh air as the trooper asked for the license and registration.

>"We just finished producing our national TV broadcast, Monday Night Raw," Vince said as the trooper looked over his license. "I'm Vince McMahon," he said before pausing for effect. "And this here is Good Ol' JR beside me."

>Good Ol' JR? I thought. Have I not got a real name?

>"So, you're Vince McMahon?" the trooper asked as he leaned in the window a little.

>"I am," the chairman said, proudly. "Vincent Kennedy McMahon."

>"Well, I guess that makes me the Big Bossman then," the trooper said as he handed McMahon a speeding ticket. "Have a good night."

>Vince put his window back up and I was expecting the chairman to explode. But instead he turned to me and said, "You're doing real good for us. I wish I could clone you."

>It was a compliment out of nowhere.

>"Thank you. You're better at farting than Robert Gibson, too." I said as he took us back onto the road.

>"You don't mean that," he replied.

>"I do."

>Vince watched the cop car that pulled him over disappear and then floored the pedal again.

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Anonymous Thu 31 Jul 2025 17:13:18 No.18408830 Report

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Fucking hell

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