Post by Sam, Sam The Dancing Yam on May 18, 2009 2:37:17 GMT -5
[Sam, in his infinite yammy wisdom, and in an effert to keep himself out of the asylum has decided to post another post type rant thing, so that he may continue to vent his spleen. He will also attempt to answer unasked questions and do many things in his own mind that are impossibly impossible to any person in their own mind. But knowing this crazy man type yam, he will more then likely just yammer on like a yam and get nowhere, while this humble narrator will narrate a pointless story in which nothing happens, and we don't get anywhere.]
SSTDY - Are you quite done?
[That depends...]
SSTDY - ... On if you want to live another five minutes.
[>Pause< I'm done.]
SSTDY - Good you silly narrator in the head of this definitely sane Yam. You see, readers of the rant. I Sam, Sam The Dancing Yam, am coming back to Brawlers on a Budget so that I may inflict sanity on this company. After my unfortionat trip to St. Joan's I am now completely sane. Or at least according to the State of New Jersey. But Jersey's a hell hole anyway, so what in the blue feta cheese do they know?
[They know much about gardens.]
SSTDY - But gardens are not related to sanity. So there. And anyway stop interrupting the rants of a sane man. The Sanest man in BOB. Nay, the sanest man in the whole of the BOBerverse, And to prove my sanity I shall take down each and ever member of the BOB roster, and win each and every title. And when I do that I will have proved that sanity, is the greatest tool a wrestling genetically altered Yam can have...
[Why do you still refer to yourself as a genetically altered Yam?]
SSTDY - Because my contract says I have to. Silly napkin contracts... So there, silly voice in head of the Yam, that will party harty and get down in the den. May any person or persons, whom shall cross this disco dancing yam fall before his yammy might. Qouth the Yam, never more...
SSTDY - Are you quite done?
[That depends...]
SSTDY - ... On if you want to live another five minutes.
[>Pause< I'm done.]
SSTDY - Good you silly narrator in the head of this definitely sane Yam. You see, readers of the rant. I Sam, Sam The Dancing Yam, am coming back to Brawlers on a Budget so that I may inflict sanity on this company. After my unfortionat trip to St. Joan's I am now completely sane. Or at least according to the State of New Jersey. But Jersey's a hell hole anyway, so what in the blue feta cheese do they know?
[They know much about gardens.]
SSTDY - But gardens are not related to sanity. So there. And anyway stop interrupting the rants of a sane man. The Sanest man in BOB. Nay, the sanest man in the whole of the BOBerverse, And to prove my sanity I shall take down each and ever member of the BOB roster, and win each and every title. And when I do that I will have proved that sanity, is the greatest tool a wrestling genetically altered Yam can have...
[Why do you still refer to yourself as a genetically altered Yam?]
SSTDY - Because my contract says I have to. Silly napkin contracts... So there, silly voice in head of the Yam, that will party harty and get down in the den. May any person or persons, whom shall cross this disco dancing yam fall before his yammy might. Qouth the Yam, never more...