I didn’t “watch wrestling for a year.” I never watched a single complete match all the way through in my life. What I DID do was channel surf, watch for 5-10 minutes, then zoom away like a squid squirting ink.

Don’t remember Sunny. I admit to thinking Stacy Kiebler and Torrie Wilson were sort of hot, albeit very plastic looking. Melina was ugly facially but I got a cheap thrill out of her butt-splitting ring entrance, before they started positioning those two guys in front of her to hide her blauerasdlkgsjdlriugh.

No, for the love of God, don’t watch 1 Night In Chyna. I didn’t, but Rotten.com posted the still frames of her blauerasdlkgjdriugh, and it’s hellish, bruh. The whole article about Chyna made her out to be the most historically disastrous celebrity in human history.

Final Fantasy Tactics rules.

It’s amusing to think of Gen Z being nostalgic for a 90s they never lived through, because people have been doing that shit with the 70s and 80s for years, even though if they’d lived in my part of the country during either of those two decades they’d have been scrounging for money in the former and watching Reagan close factories in the latter.

Is it wrong to just admit you find Political Correctness bearable in very small doses? I admit that old comedy bits from the 90s mocking gay people now seem like they were written by fratboys.