I realize the days of Hulkamania are long gone…I vaguely even recall a cartoon that featured Hulk Hogan in the 80′s, did I imagine that?
Anyhoo…despite me not enjoying wrestling (well not the kind that involves two men but ANYHOO) I always thought the Hulk seemed, well, nice.
Fast forward to his family reality show which further convinced me that he was a fairly decent, down to earth guy. Despite having a wife that looked like a washed up stripper, a daughter that looked like a wannabe stripper and a son, well he didn’t look LIKE a stripper but he looked like the type that would enjoy their, ehem, services.
And then everything spiraled out of control. His daughter had a flop for a singing career, his son went to jail and his wife left him for a fetus. An overly tan fetus at that.
And still he managed to keep it classy for the most part.
Well, today I read that the Hulk has been struck down by a devastating injury. His back has been all throwed out of whack.
Did he finally lose it and fling the fetus into the ocean where it got lost amidst sea water and spray tan remnants? Did he puncture his ex-wife’s breasteses? Did he tackle his daughter as she was gyrating in some dude’s face?
Sadly, no.
He threw out his back while on an intense hunt…for seashells. The repeated bending required to pick up those shiny shells rendered him unable to move.
The ladies at Snark have you in their prayers oh Hulkamaniac.
(We also have Gellman in our prayers. Due to the success of his producing OUR fabulous show, other opportunities have opened up for big G. He’s in the ATL producing Kim Z’s next “hit” single. He certainly didn’t want to be tardy for THAT party. Sadly, that means we will not be on tonight or Thursday.
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