I am not Ric Flair...I am not Rick Flair....I am
not....IM THE GOD DAMN SHOOTER!!!! Say that 5 times ! I know you say it over and over in your head each day...”god I wish I was the SHOOTER, i wish I was the SHOOTER!!!”
hahha but youll never be THE SHOOTER! You don’t have the balls!! You got a couple planters peanuts in your bag and I’m sitting here with these big Ol moosenuts just stretching the piss out of this big ol patatoe sack! You’ll never be the shooter! On your best day and on my worst day ever, your not even half a percent of The SHOOTER! You’ve tried your whole life to amount to something, impersonated, contiplatated, read books about the SHOOTER, leather bound BOOKS! and you just can’t do it ! You can continue to waste your meaningless life aspiring to be the great one, but there is Nothing you can do that will ever amount to what THE SHOOTER is and has done. You followed me from post to post and get nothing but the scraps from the roast. While I’m sitting at the head of the table with my head buried in a new York strip, a piece of prime rib, and my hands on a set of bomb
. Your down below the table begging for the SHOOTER for something off the Great Ones plate..I regurgitate a Tamatoe from my salad and smack it on your forehead and say...”here ya go peasant get yourself something to eat” and then I shun you ! I shun you to the doghouse outside for your shitty 3 hour sleep, while the SHOOTER enagages in intercourse with 4 women that you couldn’t dream of...and why you ask? Why couldn’t you dream of them ? because everytime you close your eyes, you only dream about THE SHOOOOOOOTER! The best to ever do it, your idol, your knight in shining armour. And to me your not even good enough to eat a god damn regurgitated fruit (tamatoes are a fruit) from The Shooters wealthy mouth. Goodnight peasant ! And dream far and wide and fearlessly about the best to ever do it. THE SHOOOOOOOTER!
Sleep tight you measely goof!
Love your idol,
THE SHOOOOOOOOOOTER!!!
not....IM THE GOD DAMN SHOOTER!!!! Say that 5 times ! I know you say it over and over in your head each day...”god I wish I was the SHOOTER, i wish I was the SHOOTER!!!”
hahha but youll never be THE SHOOTER! You don’t have the balls!! You got a couple planters peanuts in your bag and I’m sitting here with these big Ol moosenuts just stretching the piss out of this big ol patatoe sack! You’ll never be the shooter! On your best day and on my worst day ever, your not even half a percent of The SHOOTER! You’ve tried your whole life to amount to something, impersonated, contiplatated, read books about the SHOOTER, leather bound BOOKS! and you just can’t do it ! You can continue to waste your meaningless life aspiring to be the great one, but there is Nothing you can do that will ever amount to what THE SHOOTER is and has done. You followed me from post to post and get nothing but the scraps from the roast. While I’m sitting at the head of the table with my head buried in a new York strip, a piece of prime rib, and my hands on a set of bomb

Sleep tight you measely goof!
Love your idol,
THE SHOOOOOOOOOOTER!!!