Nobody Fucks With The Jesus

Before you check this out you have to understand that I'm really, really hungover right now -- so it's fully possible that this clip isn't nearly as hilarious as it appears to be in my current state. Much the same as every Krystal hamburger or Waffle House breakfast entree that I've decided I absolutley can't live without after a night of getting completely trashed -- I fully expect to come back to this entry a day from now and wonder what the hell I was thinking.
That being said, this is my new hero:
For the record, wrestling in any form is one of the most boring, strangely homo-erotic things a person could ever try to watch and pretend to find compelling -- but wrestlers are among nature's most special creations, right up there with Jim Mora and the entire cast of Rock of Love.

Because when you get right down to it, if you can't see the divine wisdom being passed down by a 300 pound shirtless man hugging a pinata -- then really, why even go on living?

The only thing better would be to find a video clip featuring a sobbing Chris Crocker imploring us all to leave Bruno Sammartino alone.
All you people care about is readers and making money off of him...  HE'S A PINATA!!
Of course The Crusher can talk all the smack he wants about his 100 Megatons or how all the little girls and old ladies in Pittsburgh go for his girlish figure -- but none of it's gonna amount to a hill of beans unless Bruno himself gets bothered by it.
Which apparently isn't the case.