Boards, board, where for art thou boards?

[Sam, Sam The Dancing Yam]

[After yet another switch of boards, Sam, Sam the Dancing Yam is left in confusion to where in the blue smeg he actually it....]

SSTDY - I'd know, but unfortunately you keep getting us lost. Since when has Ohio been part of the United States?

[Since it was admitted into the Union in 1803.]

SSTDY - So Ohio is actually a state? Damn. Anyways, if you would actually stop and ask for directions we might be able to find the new boards for Brawlers on a Budget.

[The best place to start would be the internet. Leary sent me some directions. Look for the new eWmania boards, take a right at the News threads and go on till you hit 7:45 GMT.

SSTDY - Sounds good. Except for two things. 1) What is the internet? and 2) Where in the blue hell is it? Jersey? Texas?

[The internet is a tool used the world over to share porn, bitch about movies and do stupid things like roleplay for factitious wrestling federations like BOB. That really answers both questions.]

SSTDY - Won't you need a passport to access it?

[Not really, but a credit card helps. Or access to your local Universities or libraries internet connection.]

SSTDY - True. So all I gotta do is jump into the internet, access the new eWmania boards. Head to the newsboards and head on till 7:45 GMT?

[Yup.]

SSTDY - Sounds easy. To easy. What's the catch?

[We still gotta go back to the eWmania occasionally to defend the World Title you won of Jive.]

SSTDY - That ain't so bad. Anyways, I just got the Sexy channel installed on my Yam-o-vision^tm so I'll check it out, then head to the new boards....

[You dirty little Yam....]

[Dr. Silaconne M. Plants]

SSTD - And though I may not win YOUR championship I will somehow beat some respect into you. I will show you that this Retard Yam, friend of Xanta Balls, voices in my head, and many crazy things can beat the odds and do many great things. That I promise you, Mr. Plants.

SMP: WRONG! You will never beat ANYTHING into me, Poindexter. Funny thing, I nicknamed my testicles Xanta, imagine that? You're a friend of MY BALLS! BWAA HAAA! *ahem*

Listen, jerk...after I'm finished with the bear, I'm coming after you. The ONLY WORLD CHAMPION THAT MATTERS vs. the whatever the hell champion you claim to be. STIFF COMPETITION? You had it? Are you kidding me?

Jive? Lee Best? Come on, you're KIDDING me, right?

Time to make some sweet tater pie...

[Sam, Sam The Dancing Yam]

SSTDY - Sure is a persistent guy isn't he, voice in head of Yam.

[For the love of Mike...]

SSTDY - The love of Mike? Who is this Mike person? And since when did voices in the heads of Yams love people?

[Will you stop taking everything literally?]

SSTDY - Only if you tell me what the word means.

[Literally ~ Adverb, in a literal manner or sense; exactly.]

SSTDY - I'll try. Anyways what where you going to say before I interrupted you?



SSTDY - Okay, ... Joseph. Now that I know the name of the person who created me and writes the crazy stuff that I do, can we restart this show?

[Okay. *Click* goes the remote as we restart this promo...]

SSTDY - Sure is persistent, isn't he, Voi.. Joseph?

[Plants?]

SSTDY - Yeah.

[Most certainly is. Seems to think he's an actual authority in beating people in a wrestling competition.]

SSTDY - You see Mr. The Impacts on my glorious Yammy ass. I may or may not be friends with your balls [Information pending], but regardless, they have more talent then the rest of your body. You see, you failed in life, love and pizza delivery services, though my competition was variable, I am actually named after something useful, which is better then can be said for you. I mean, who really takes chicks seriously after those funky implants that you give?

[Sam remembers the images posted by Steve Studnuts two boards back. Or is it three? I lost count. Anyways.]

SSTDY - For Yam's sake, how could you do that to people and live with yourself? You should be deeply ashamed of yourself and the work you do. I hereby accept your challenge for a match after the Pay per spew, Bearly Legal. That is if I survive Kid Pirate and his Swiss Army Championship. You see my good Practitioner of the art of bull shit, unlike you I am an honorable yam, and I shall kick you deeply in the Balls, friend or not.

[Disclaimer: If this role play made any sense to you please contact me at [e-mail] 'cause I honest have no clue any more. That and it's half past 2 in the morning.