Recently, when I've been out and about, whenever I walk past a lamp post or pillar, I've found myself *really* wanting to nail it with a massive lariat. Few times I've been out with someone and have just gone for it. They probably think I'm nuts, but also found it pretty amusing since I was wearing a tweed blazer at the time. But it's surely a tell-tale sign that I've watched altogether too much wrestling. What are your symptoms?

Had to read this headline twice a couple of months ago:

http://www.independent.ie/irish-news/courts/girl-who-cut-her-forehead-in-tesco-fall-awarded-18k-in-damages-30270471.html

HOLY SHIT, PARV!!!!! Before I even clicked on the title of the thread, that was the first thing I was going to bring up. That makes me smile. I also will contemplate knife-edge chopping the hell out of a wall on a semi-regular basis.

 

Also, I'm constantly thinking about music that would be great entrance music. My go to right now is The Darkness' cover of Street Spirit (Fade Out) by Radiohead.

I use wrestling terms in regular sentences without noticing. Like when Joan Rivers was thought to be dead but was still alive and hanging on I was telling my friend "She kicked out at 2" and "Joan barely got the shoulder up." without missing a beat. I didn't even realize I was doing it.

 

I also knock people's hands down when they approach for a handshake and give a Flair-chop time to time.....

 

My brother and I do The Jimmy Garvin hair fluff and Freebirds turnbuckle finger point anytime "Sharp Dressed Man" by ZZ Top comes on as a tribute to Jimmy Garvin. Even funnier considering we're both black....

When my other half has phoned Meltzer and Alvarez on Observer Radio for my own amusement.

I often either feel like or actually do rebound off a fence like bouncing off the ropes.

I once gave my cat a tombstone piledriver.

I once gave my cat a tombstone piledriver.

 

this is totally reminding me of that lost in cleveland skit where cactus jack's fake wife tells their kid "DON'T SUPLEX THE CAT"