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and when the moon turns blood red, I will survive!

Song of the Day: The Shins - Turn Me On

This video clip has had me in stitches for the past week. I must share ... I totally didn't pay attention as a rug rat, but it seems like I wasn't missing anything that was remotely coherent. And where is he now? According to my co-worker, a longtime wrestling advocate, he's now a chiropractor. The original war monger from parts unknown never died. Anyways, long live the Ultimate Warrior and happy Halloween




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“and when the moon turns blood red, I will survive!”