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Feel good travel. Welcome everyone to the one-year anniversary spectacular of the Cultaholic Classic Raw Review

for one year as the other cultaholic lads have grappled with the graps in the 21st century.

We have been knocked noggins with the naughty 90s.

Long before the WWE boasted brawns, biggies and brocks,

they were broadcast burgers, bamb-bams and barbers.

Before they wrestled metaphorically with the integrity of Saudi Arabia shows,

they wrestled figuratively with shoddy equipment in Albany armories.

They were giving birth to a TV dynasty,

one botched bonsai at a time,

and we are here to watch their baby grow.

Maybe push it on the swings

and take it to a strip club when it's older.

And who be we? I be fake jordy radio presenter without portfolio and your undisputed

cultaholic champion Tom Campbell and I once again via the power of the old

tin cannon string chronologically critiquing classic wrestling with the bear in the

big blue parkades the Phillies filly the head pen of

Carl to hollick a pencil would be as welcome in his house as a librarian in a

ews there from off of America is a Justin Henry.

Did you call me Philly's finest Philly?

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