Reggie20x6

Where's the .gif of the look on JBL's face after AJ stated how many days she was champion? He was about to start rolling his eyes as he turned toward Michael Cole to shoot him a look about it, but on his way there he caught a glimpse of the monitor; realized he was on-camera, and immediately stopped mid-roll. The young guys need to learn how to work on the fly like the old timers know how to.

Good lord am I in love. I really didn't have a go-to vehicle, because nothing handle exactly like I wanted - so I would rotate between a dirt bike, the dune buggy and an ATV. A couple of days ago I randomly came across a Vader motorcycle, near a car shop, so I decided to see what it was worth if I sold it. On the way there though... good gawd. That thing handles *exactly* how I want a vehicle to handle. It may not be the fastest thing in the game, but it can hug the corners at a high speed; it can go off-road, and it can stop on an absolute dime. I robbed two convenience stores, in the middle of the city, and got away from consecutive 3-Star wanted levels so easily that it was funny. Whatever the equivalent of breaking a defender's ankles in basketball is - that's what I was doing to the cops on the highways. I would drive at an off-ramp at full speed, break, and then back out of it as they fly by onto the ramp. It was amazing. Also, since you guys are constantly trying to chat up women on this game, I did an experiment: Of the five female user handles I came across today: Two were males Two were females One was undetermined If they have a really specific user name - just plug it into Google and you can usually find them online. I found one girl's OKCupid profile, and the person with the "girliest" user name ended up being a guy. In fact, he looked like a member of the Icy Hot Stuntaz. /Online Stalking w/Reggie

$10Million to him would be like if a DVDVR member lost $10 on scratchers.

Luck won't win one for a decade Is he going to be a coach when his playing career is over? He might get one then if that's the case.

Whenever I am in a room with a tank I always go right after it on foot. Eff all the tanks.

THERE'S NO TIME! Does this mean I'll actually have to finish that awful last season now?

Christ. I finally got around to watching the Goldberg blu ray and I was dreading that match the entire time. I can't believe they included that garbage. I remember blown wrestling angles with the same amount of disgust as I have for tough playoff loses by my favorite teams. The Invasion angle is the 2004 ALCS to me* *had to open an Incognito window on Chrome to confirm if that was the ALDS or ALCS - I wiped that from my memory and want no record of it on my computer.

Olympic Fever - Catch it!

THE SKY IS FALLING! There is only so much crazy I can take, and I'm just about at my fill for the week. SOMEBODY NEEDS TO KEEP AN EYE ON JEFF HARDY - I CAN'T TAKES NO MORE!

Jay: Up next, we've got a prospect out of Hazelwood Central High in St. Louis - Randy Orton. Now, here's the thing about Randy Orton - he's 6'5", but he's got the wingspan of a guy who's 6'8". And just look at this guy's vertical in action: His father is former WWF great Cowboy Bob Orton, so Randy's got the pedigree to do great things, but he's also got a bit of a chip on his shoulder because of that. There are some red flags about him. He has had issues in the past with his shoulders, as well as a brief bout with IED - so there are definitely health concerns. There are also character issues, such as problems with authority, but the talent is there and that is why I still have him listed as the best available on my board. The guy's a pure athlete with a great motor. He just needs to be properly motivated.

Didn't know if this belonged in Weather, the Eff You thread or here, but I'm not dead so I guess I'll try it here: I moved everything out of our storage unit in Houston last Thursday. It was raining the entire time I was there, which was fun, but fit right in with our entire Houston journey. Anyway, around 9pm I was seriously trying to consider whether it made more sense to stop in Tulsa to sleep for a couple of hours or drive straight through. The moving truck had a terrible engine (not much power), so the thought of not having to deal with any other vehicles on the road was appealing to me. At about 11pm, Just before I get on a turnpike 70+ miles outside of Tulsa, I try to fill up the tank on the truck - as I was at about 1/4th tank left. I get out, and it's 10degrees out if I'm lucky; I flip the hands-free thing on the pump, and run back into the truck. *click* It stops pumping gas almost immediately. I get out and try to do it manually. *click* *click* Well f*ck this! I yelled, and I get in the truck and get on the turnpike. Now I'm driving and looking for a sign for gas, and there's nothing. I come across an exit sign, the "last for 7 miles," but it appears to be nothing but farmland around there - so I keep driving past that too. I've got no GPS; no cell service, and my clear stick internet can never find a signal even in a more populated area. I also can't call my wife because even she helps me avoid dying in the cold - she'll murder me on-sight when I get home (she's a bit of a worrier even under the most ideal circumstances). Then I come up on a sign that says "GAS: 22 MILES," and not even a beat after I finish reading that sign the gas light comes on. I did the exact same thing driving down from St. Louis to Houston (except it was the middle of the day; I was on a populated road and it was May), where I almost ran out of gas during a long stretch where suddenly all of the gas stations disappeared. When that happened though, I completely believed that I would make it to a gas station and I did. As I kept driving along this road though, I really started to doubt that I would make it. So panic starts to creep in. I stop pressing the gas whenever I'm going down a hill, and I quit trying to push the truck any faster than it needs to go to maintain the speed limit. I'm not seeing any cars or trucks anywhere near me - on either side of the road. I've also lost track of the mileage. I've always operated under the belief that the gas light was a 15-mile warning, but I knew that would still leave me seven miles short of the next gas station; my jacket was still damp from moving earlier that morning, and all of my clothes were way in the back of the moving truck. Finally, mercifully, I can see sirens up in the distance. A cop had pulled someone over, so I pull up ahead of them and wait. When he's done with them he comes up to me, and I explain what's happened. He laughs and says "there is a gas station up ahead, maybe not even two miles from here." So I made it, the tank let me fill it this time (although I had the same problem a total of three times while stopping at various gas stations along the way), and after being completely wired from that - I drove straight through and finished the 15-hour drive to KC around 5am that morning. Worked out perfectly too, because I barely saw another car on the road the entire time - I would have had at least an extra hour or two of driving if I waited until the morning.

There are less than ten people on this board that even know what the inside of an athletic center looks like - let alone what someone that is athletic looks like.

The only acceptable CM Punk relationship fantasy-booking I will allow is that he's decided to run off with Ronda Rousey, after they met at whatever UFC show. They will then go on to produce the most angry and miserable offspring the world has ever seen. The kid will come out of the womb scowling.

And in case you wanted a confirmation of how vain I am - I hate my character's physique. He's got no muscle tone and looks flabby in just about everything, so I've got to stick to dark colors; hoodies and jackets. What I wouldn't give for the GTA San Andreas workout mini-game. I've got 100% Strength; 100% Lung Capacity and 100% Stamina. I've never seen a more out of shape athlete in my life. Edit: I just blew up another tank with grenades, but when I tried to take a selfie in front of it, the police shot me down! How DARE they ruin my PICS OR GTFO moment!

Vince has been a workaholic for decades. So in his POV, they're the ones with the problem, not him But the schedule these days is Raw, Smackdown, two days off, three house shows from Friday to Sunday. That seems ripe for improvement as I've noted before. Move SD tapings off of Tuesday to make it 4 on/3 off There is NOTHING wrong with the current schedule. Friday - House Show Saturday - House Show Sunday - House Show or PPV Monday - RAW Tuesday - SmackDown Wednesday - Travel Home Thursday - Travel to House Show Look at all that free time! Pansies.

Gender doesn't matter in GTA - they're all jerks. There was a huge glut of people firing at each other last night, and it seemed to settle into two different factions of people. I came across a low-20's ranked female character with a female name for a handle. I never shot at her; we ran by each other a couple of times, and were trying to kill the same people - so I took that as GTA code for being friendly. At one point, we were both going after the same 100-rank guy. I killed him as he was busy firing at her, and then I immediately killed another guy that started firing at her from his car. Now the 100-rank has respawned and is back shooting at us, so we both duck and take cover in the same spot. I'm firing at him, and she is too. Then, she stops, creeps over to me and kills me with the butt of her gun as soon as I finish killing him. ~SWERVE'd!

Cleveland booing Cena, when he is Daniel Bryan's partner, in a match where the winning team gets the title shot they so badly want Bryan to have - that was just an amazing lack of awareness on display. Kudos, Cleveland.

HASHTAG YES MOVEMENT Seth Rollins is falling all over himself to be the first to join!

I follow around DVDVR members, while they do the bulk of the killing, and am always willing to tag along to whatever DeathMatch I will inevitably be grossly outgunned in.

And my pile of AOL discs will continue to collect dust. And let me tell you - there is no feeling in the world as great as opening up the DVDVR at an airport, with all of these gigantic moving image sigs of men in their underwear. Plenty of leg room!

Watching the Islanders one now, and good gawd - can Simmons pick just one competent director to do a hockey story, please? F*cking E is narrating this doc like it's a Best Buy ad.

So he either got buried because Vince and Co. think that the whole world reads a local Michigan website, or Ziggler's onto their anti-sub-6' main eventer stance, and they're punishing him to send a clear message to the rest of the lollipop guild. You must be *this* tall or as talented as Daniel Bryan to get on the main event ride.

I was randomly poking around on PS3's YouTube app yesterday, while my wife was reading a magazine, when the following transpired: Me: *grinning* Hey, look at what's happening in this match. Her: *shocked* Is he dead? Me: Yep. Her: Really? Me: No, he's just an idiot.

I'm angry that it's taken this long for me to hear about that. So much wasted time I'll never get back...