I keep getting thrown in my face, this big ball of sweat, and I see, you know, the reason why he's not

going to make it.

And the funny thing about it is to justify the fat.

And before anybody says to me, well, Don Tony, you're a chunky monkey too. You should talk.

No, I'm not trying out for NXT or W.W.E or blah, blah, blah, blah. I'm home. I'm home. I'm home.

That sucks. I'm home. But yeah, hungry Harris.

Hungry, hungry hippo.

That's what we should call him now.

Hungry Husky Hippo.

Remember that fucking toy when we were kids?

Hungry, hungry hippo or something?

Wasn't there like a green hippo and you had to take toys out of the mouth or something?

But anyway, what keeps getting thrown

in our face other than a big round ball of sweat you keep throwing in my face that he did a 40

in four and a half seconds people as wrestling fans do you give a shit if he ran a 40 in 4.5 seconds?

Does that all of a sudden, is that going to get him the tag titles?

Is that going to get them the intercontinental title?

Are we going to see on a pay-per-view, you know, before the main event for the blow-off match?

Oh, Husky Harris is going to take on

the Miz for the U.S. title in a

40-yard dash.

Who cares about the hippo

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