Woooow!

Keep all your round love marches in your shit hole bars

Keep all your comfort wrestlers to James E

The things that you'll sell me

And when they ask you, I say, thank you, fuck you

Bye, keep your jazz hands on my team and scream

He's had enough of the market stuff, the bugs and the mega

Run a bunch of fools, try your wrist, knock hip, toss, cut out

All your flip and thug, and four fucks say, God love you, tank things, learn the fucking rules, James E

James E

Hello again, everybody and welcome to an exciting episode of the Jim Cornett Experience

where today we'll provide interesting anecdotes, historical perspective,

Centillating conversation, ribbled humor, witty cynicism, and then we'll talk about wrestling.

It's the cornucopia of Cornett Day and to join me in all this,

Ho-I and Brian, the podcasting line, the King of the Arcadian Vanguard podcast network, Mr. Cohoes to you

He's this week's poster boy for social distancing, the great and sick Brian last.

Hello, Ho-Chan, may pleasure to be here once again?

No, it's not, don't you dare just, just don't you dare use the first words that come out of your chicken lips today, Brian,

a lot of these people, the fine members of the cult to Cornett and tell them it's a pleasure to be here.

You are not pleasure or pleased to be anywhere. You are cursing your own existence.

You are emitting profanities at your mother for giving birth to you because you're sick, you're under the weather

and you have not been practicing proper social distancing.

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