Until I can read a story physically, with the eyes, it doesn't seem to exist for me.
Big Poppa Pump is your hook up, and the next heavyweight championship of the world!
I don't have 30 days and 30 nights, to show you why all the hoochies say there's nothing finer than Scott Steiner, but all I need is one night to have your wife call me for the rest of her life, the big bad booty daddy, so this goes to all my freaks out there, Big Poppa Pump is your hook up, hollar if you hear me.
DDP, while your in the hospital screaming in pain, your wife will be on her back screaming my name!
Just like at Hirojima, when Pearl Harbor bombed the Germans!
DDP, when I look at you, I see white trash! When I look at the people in the crowd, I see white trash. So maybe you are the people's champion!
Am I a myth? Am I a legend? Or am I a phenomenon?
Dear Jacob, I win. Sincerely, Edward
democracy is that which affords a rule of living as well as a test of faith.
A lie cannot live.
If something burns your soul with purpose and desire, it’s your duty to be reduced to ashes by it. Any other form of existence will be yet another dull book in the library of life.