Whatcha Gonna Do!
I’ve just had an interesting dinner break that started out as a trip to Sainsbury’s but ended me being accused of being a sick perv and kiddie fiddler (I don’t even look that dodgy- I haven’t got the unruly facial hair or mad starey eyes that scream “kiddie catcher” either). But that’s for a future QOTW.

Anywhoo I came back to the office and rang the missus at home to fill her in on the details. While she laughed her ass off at my stupidity she also brought up this week’s QOTW and wondered why I hadn’t mentioned the Ultimate Warrior incident yet- here’s a tip wifey you want something writing on here you stop lurking and get yourself an account on here instead (Sorry to start a domestic on here).

Back in February this year I was enjoying my weekend off and had just managed to fix something in the house without using a hammer or swearing when I heard a crash from upstairs.

I ran up wondering what the hell was happening to find my kids bouncing on my bed dressed up with a number of replica wrestling belts and pretending to hit each other with metal chairs (really the pillows from the bed). Rather than tell them off for using the bed as a trampoline (And because my wife was at work that day which gives me an all out pass to act like a ten year old) I grabbed a couple of my ties, wrapped them around my arms, dabbed some of the kids facepaint on my own face and joined the fight for the world title.

After a number of piledrivers and body slams our title match was interrupted by a knock at the door. Forgetting my current state of dress I answered the door to my neighbour a nosy cow who took on the job as Avon lady just to see the interior of everyones house.

Nosy-bint had called to speak to my wife about something or other and seeing that she wasn’t there she headed off home. I turned round closed the door and then charged back to the match yelling “Better look out kids here comes The Mon!!!".

Naturally nosy-bint must have heard me and the next time she met my wife poor old wifey was told that I must be either a very bad tranny in practice or up to some crazy things while she was at work(God knows what she thought, I guessed she meant trying to be a New Romantic).

Meh I don’t care I still won the title that day (and broke our bed after my youngest attempted a dive from the nearby dressing table and missed- my wife still thinks we broke it a few nights later during sexytime- sorry)

Normally I would apologise for length but The Mon refuses to apologise…. I once powerbombed a baby!
(mon bison powered by magnets, Tue 22 Sep 2009, 15:04, 2 replies)

*click*
Just for the powerbomb :D
( Kyazrael Juan, two, three, floor?, Tue 22 Sep 2009, 15:29, closed)

Dur dur dur durrrrrrrrr......
I saw a kid in a John Cena Tshirt in Tesco so did the 'You can't see me' hand waggle thing. His mother gave me a look of absolute disgust. I said "Oh my kids love wrestling!" She didn't believe me. I must look like the sort of middle aged woman who watches wrestling through choice.
(Betty Spencer did a whoopsie on the carpet on, Tue 22 Sep 2009, 17:29, closed)