A Sad Journey

Just a few nights ago (Thursday night to be exact), I took a trip into a world that I haven't seen in quite a while - the world of drug abuse. I was (and am) an outsider who was invited on the journey by a young man who I care a great deal for. This was his last night in the world of nightmares - he's decided to give it up and try to be clean - he left Friday afternoon for Detox, to be followed by 45 days of Rehab.

Anyhow, I worked second shift on Thursday night and he wanted to be with me that last night. And more specifically, he wanted me to learn about the other side of him and his life - the side that I suspected, but hadn't yet seen in our short time together.

First, let me talk about Danny. He's a great guy with a lot of baggage. He's been to prison - he doesn't have a job - he's got a bad reputation around the neighborhood (mostly deserved) and is as far from an angel as you can find. He's also a warm, sweet guy with a great personality and a big heart. He's done a lot of stupid things in his life, but he's not a bad guy. He's never hurt anyone but himself in his dastardly deeds.

And (I'm hesitant to admit this), he's touched me in so many ways - I won't go so far as to say I love the guy (my heart belongs to another), but when I'm around Danny, there is a magic and a connection there that is unlike any that I've ever felt before, even with Chris. What was supposed to be a quick fling and a one-time thing has turned into something that I never anticipated or wanted.

But that's my burden to bear for another day. I was talking about the drugs. I know that Danny drinks. I drink too (on occasion), but he honestly has the shakes when he's not drinking. His body is physically addicted to the alcohol - and that's going to be the hard part for him. And then there is the coke.

I rode with him to get his drugs. I watched him smoke the rocks. I watched him go from one emotional extreme to the other. I listened to him cry about what his life is like and what he has become. And minutes later, the tears not even dry yet on his cheeks, he was asking me for money and wanting another hit.

This continued for most of the night - we sat in a small pickup in the middle of the woods and just talked - well, he talked and I listened. I refused to buy him any more drugs and he accepted that. He cried. We hugged. We connected in so many ways. And then, finally, we decided to call it a night.

I had seen several sides of Danny that I didn't know before - and although I didn't like what I saw, I also realized just how much this guy means to me. I don't want to lose him to the drugs, as I did Pa (an ex) - and I would love to see him get straightened out and make something of himself. It's not going to be easy, but he was ready to leave - to go get clean and take that first step.

And then came his brother, James.

After we said our goodbyes, I came home and Danny went home. Upon arriving home, he found out that his older brother had been out all night with his (James) girlfriend's truck and that James had cleaned out their bank-card for drugs. Danny's Mom filled him in and said that the law was probably going to lock James up.

Danny charged out of the house and in the truck he had borrowed the night before (from another friend / addict), he came to my house and wanted me to go with him to "save his brother". We went to James' house and woke him up from the couch. And left, taking him with us. As we left, we passed James' girlfriend heading back towards the house, followed by two Sheriff cars. Oops! I guess she was pissed.

Anyhow, we got James and went to the other friend's house - the truck owners - stopping on the way there to go get more coke. James, like his brother, is a drug addict. I'm riding around the county in a borrowed truck with two very high, drug addicts at this point and trying to avoid the law. After much hoopla and other B.S., which I don't feel like getting into right now, we ended up back at the truck owner's home.

He was PO'ed about Danny being out with the truck all night, but if they'd get him a rock, he'd forget about it. Long story short - I sat and watched these three men smoke up countless amounts of powder.... and I was just thinking to myself - WHY? It wasn't even enjoyable for them - it was just a constant cycle of smoking a rock and then wondering how to get the next one. It was so messed up. Danny left - he had promised his Ma that he would go to the rehab that day and she was waiting at the house - so even though he had been drinking and smoking most of the night, he was keeping to his word and left.

I started to leave with him - I didn't want to be there at this point and was anxious to get home. But he told me that he wanted me to stay there and get to know his brother, James better. He wanted us to be friends. (Actually, I've known James for a while - not very well, but we've been friendly and neighborly for a couple of years now.) And James asked me to stay as well, so against my better judgement, I stayed.

James and the home-owner continued to smoke their coke while I looked on and was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. James sent Doug (the owner of the house - he has the same name as I do) to the store to get a lighter and some cigs. And then he made his move - it's his birthday tomorrow (today now) and he wants to have some fun for his birthday. He wants me to loan him some money and anything I want to do, we can. Yeah, the brother was hitting on me. And James is hot! Very hot! But my feelings for his little brother, as well as my disgust for the whole situation overcame my lust at the thought of using James to satisfy my urges and I just said "no". He began to talk about how he knew that I was gay ("queer as a three dollar bill" was his exact term) and he knew that I had the hots for him. And all of that is true - very true. If this had been a year ago... or even a month ago, I would have gladly taken him up on his offer.... but after a night with his brother and after several hours of watching this adonis smoke one rock after another and then try to sell himself to me... I wasn't feeling lust. I was feeling disgust. And pity.

I gave James a twenty for a birthday gift and got a big hug in return. And the damn fool copped a feel. I almost gave in then, but again said no. And then I left. He (James) called me last night, but I didn't answer.

So I don't really know what's going on now or where I stand. James is a persistant type and I know that I'll have to deal with him again. And I might not be so strong or repulsed to turn away again. And Danny - he's taken a piece of my heart. But after seeing the world he lives in - and the enviroment he's used to, my hopes for him coming through this whole process clean and sober and straight - I'm just not sure how it will work. I'm going to be as supportive as I can for the guy. If nothing else, we're friends and he has taken a piece of my heart.

But even as often as I've been around the drug world, I'm amazed as how much control that little piece of powder has on people. It has control of Danny and he's trying to escape it. It has control of James and he's happily and willingly it's slave - to the point of sacrificing his relationships with his girlfriend (cleaning out their bank account) and his brother (putting moves on me) to enjoy another moment of that drugged out effect. I just don't get it.

I guess that's why I've been fortunate enough to stay off of drugs, even though I've been around them and both dealers and addicts for most of my life. I can't see allowing a momentary false feeling to control my life and actions. I just don't get it.

Does this blog make any sense? Not really, but it doesn't have to. I had forgotten just how fucked up the world of a drug addict can be - but after roughly twelve hours with Danny and James, I was overwhelmed by the craziness and chaos. And I was onlly there for a short time. They live this shit every single day.

I hope Danny can do this and get clean. I hope James doesn't end up dead in a ditch somewhere and someday is able to get out of this world of insanity in which he's so deeply submerged. And I hope that I never have to witness the waste and hopelessness again that I saw on Thursday night and Friday morning.

These guys are capable of so much more and they're wasting it.... just fuckin' wasting it all and wasting away in the process.

Damn, it's a bitch!

Fabulous Moolah & Dog The Bounty Hunter

So what should I talk about. Two subjects are at the top of the list. Decisions! Decisions! Should I talk about the whole recent Duane 'Dog' Chapman scandal or should I talk about The Fabulous Moolah, who passed away just a few days ago?
Hell, I'm versatile (or so I've been told), so I'll just talk about both.
First, we'll go with Moolah. What needs to be said? She was tough as nails and a true legend and icon in a world where those words are used far too frequently. It's impossible to even think about the world of professional wrestling and women's wrestling in general without the name of Lillian Ellison, aka "The Fabulous Moolah" coming to mind.
And in a business where it was always "dog eat dog" and only the strong survive, she not only survived, but thrived and established a legacy that lasted for over fifty years. We often talk about the politics of professional wrestling and how such wrestlers as Hulk Hogan, Ric Flair, Jeff Jarrett, The Kliq, Triple H, etc.. have played the game to ensure their success, often at the expense of others. But compared to Moolah, all of these so-called masters of the game were just novices at best. She was truly the best there was at what she did and no one else could even come close.
She wasn't a great wrestler, but she was a great character who the fans loved to hate, and love her or hate her, you have to give her kudos and respect for what she accomplished during her long career.
When I think of Moolah, two stories come to mind.
One is the so-called "screwjob" involving Wendi Richter and the WWE Women's Championship. Richter was supposed to defend the title against the Spider Woman. Richter was the Champion, but her contract had expired and she was not exactly thrilled with the new contract that Vince McMahon and the WWF were offering her. She wanted to have her lawyers look it over first and wouldn't allow herself to be pressured into rushing into the new deal with the WWF. Vince didn't like her reluctance to "trust him" and decided to take the title off of her. Enter Moolah, who wore a mask and pulled a shoot on the Champ. One ridiculously fast count later, Richter was the ex-champ and Moolah was back on top. Like it or not, she able to take a situation and use it to her advantage and regain that top spot. That's savy and smarts... and Moolah was certainly never lacking in either of those.
And then the other story is one that Ole Anderson relates in his book, "Inside Out - How The Corporate World Destroyed Professional Wrestling". (That title might not be 100% correct - I loaned the book out to a friend and this is from memory - but it's pretty close anyhow.)
Ole was the booker for Georgia Championship Wrestling at the time. He wanted to bring in Moolah and some of her ladies for a series of matches. Ole was a no nonsense type of wrestler and handled his booking the same way. It was his way or the highway - simple as that. Until he met Moolah. Ole talks about how he told Moolah before her match that he wanted a clean match - no nonsense. That meant no foreign objects, no clowning around, etc. He just wanted the ladies to go out there and wrestle. Moolah, of course, agreed to have a straight up match with none of her usual shenanigans.
Until she got into the ring. Once that bell rang, it was a typical Moolah match, complete with stalling, foreign objects, and all of the antics that Ole had told Moolah beforehand that he didn't want to see. After the match, Ole talks about how he confronted Moolah and began to lay into her about her antics. And this "Southern Belle" didn't bat an eye and tore into him with a cussing that would make any sailor proud. Ole went on to comment how anyone else would have been fired on the spot, but this was Moolah. What else could you do? She controlled the majority of the ladies working and if you wanted to use women wrestlers, you had to deal with her. She knew the power she had and didn't back down an inch.
That's the gist of the story anyhow and it just proves how tough Moolah really was. If she was your friend, you had a friend to the end who would be there for you. But when it came to politics and business and especially the politics and business of professional wrestling, she had few peers.
And even during the past few years, even though she was often used as a comedy act by the WWE during her cameos and appearances, she was still every inch the professional with a legacy and presence second to none.
Rest in Peace, Lillian Ellison, aka "The Fabulous Moolah"... You will be missed.
And then we move on to Duane "Dog the Bounty Hunter" Chapman.
You already know the story. Here is a transcript of the audio tape obtained by the National Enquirer of Dog the Bounty Hunter ordering his son Tucker to break up with his girlfriend who is black. Dog, who has 13 children total by 4 wives and other assorted baby mamas, doesn't feature Tucker in his popular show. Tucker was recently released from prison where he was serving 20 years on drug charges.
Duane "Dog" Chapman: I don't care if she's a Mexican, a whore or whatever. It's not because she's black, it's because we use the word ni**er sometimes here. I'm not gonna take a chance ever in life of losing everything I've worked for for 30 years because some fucking ni**er heard us say ni**er and turned us in to the Enquirer magazine. Our career is over! I'm not taking that chance at all! Never in life! Never! Never! If Lyssa [Dog's daughter] was dating a ni**er, we would all say 'fuck you!' And you know that. If Lyssa brought a black guy home ya da da... it's not that they're black, it's none of that. It's that we use the word ni**er. We don't mean you fucking scum ni**er without a soul. We don't mean that shit. But America would think we mean that. And we're not taking a chance on losing everything we got over a racial slur because our son goes with a girl like that. I can't do that Tucker. You can't expect Gary, Bonnie, Cecily, all them young kids to [garbled] because 'I'm in love for 7 months' - fuck that! So, I'll help you get another job but you can not work here unless you break up with her and she's out of your life. I can't handle that shit. I got 'em in the parking lot trying to record us. I got that girl saying she's gonna wear a recorder...Tucker Chapman: I don't even know what to say.

It sounds pretty bad, doesn't it? These words, used in a private phone conversation by the way, ended up costing Duane Chapman his reputation and his show, as A&E has pulled the plug and cancelled their hit show, "Dog the Bounty Hunter".
But I've read the statements over and over and I don't think that Chapman is racist. I've watched his show on occasion and far from being racist, he comes across as one of the more realistic folks on reality tv, if there is truly such a thing. I think he's got some redneck in him and if you want to stick a label in there, "white trash" might apply. But not racist. Not particularly smart in his choice of words either for that matter.
But I look at what he's saying. And I think to some of the language that I admittingly use at times. Very few people I know can honestly say that, when in their circle of friends or family, they haven't used a racial slur at one time or another. I cuss like a sailor - it's true. And although my words of choice are general assclown, dumb-ass, stupid-ass, or some other "ass" term, I have been caught up in the heat of the moment before and used the dreaded "N" word. But I don't consider it a racial thing - I used to refer to a lowlife, skummy person who I don't feel, at the moment, is worth the air it takes to keep him or her alive. It doesn't matter to me if they're black, white, indian, Mexican, or any other race... to me, a "ni**er" is a person who thinks the world owes them everyhing and has no respect for themselves or others and is a walking poster child in support of abortion - it's the lowest step on the ladder of life. It's not a race thing - it's a way of life.
Chapman, to me, seems to come across as the same way. He uses the "n-word" and shouldn't - that's true. But it's not about race. He says that himself. He doesn't like his son's girlfriend and wants him to dump her. Chapman was emotional and caught up in the heat of the moment as he argued with his son, and although he could have picked his words better, it's not about race. It's about what he feels that the girlfriend could (and evidently did) end up costing him and his family.
I have two observations here.
First off, it seems that Champan was right to be wary of his son and his girlfriend. He had what he thought was a private conversation on the phone with his son, and what happens? His son records the conversation, sells it to the National Enquirer for (reportedly) $15,000 - and just what Dog feared most actually happens - the career is over and the show is finished.
And secondly, I've heard so many people jump all over this and criticize Dog for his language.. in what he thought was a private phone conversation with his son. That doesn't excuse what he said, but what's the old saying about let he who is without sin cast the first stone... Everyone has, in private moments, in fits of anger, in jokes with their friends, etc. said things that they shouldn't. It might be the n-word, it might be talking about someone's fat ass, it might be the racial joke or gay joke, etc. We've all done it. I know I have. My language, at times, would make Dog's rant look like Mr. Rogers taking a stroll through the neighborhood of make-believe. (Twenty two years of providing customer service - believe me, it's justified!) My point is, if any of us had our private moments and conversations recorded and broadcast to the world, as has happened with Dog, would we fare very well or would we be raked over the coals? For the vast majority of us, it'd probably be time to prepare to be blasted.
Do our thoughts and language mean that we're all racists? Nah, it just means we're human. Way too human.
That doesn't excuse the language that Chapman used. He could have chosen his words much better. But does he deserve to lose everything he's worked thirty years for because of a moment of stupidity? Even if he is a racist (and I don't think skin color is the issue here - it's the person and his dislike for her - not for her skin tone), the good that Dog has done for his community is pretty excessive. He's done a lot to help his local community and the world at large. Should all of that be dismissed because of a moment of rage and a filthy mouth? That's something to think about.

WWE RAW - My Views!

Well, I decided to watch RAW on Monday night and just for giggles, I decided to take notes as the show progressed. Maybe I'll do one of my infamous RAW Recaps? Not too likely, but it's possible. It's also possible that Steve O will one day win an Academy Award for his great acting skills (no one can really be that big of a moron), but I don't see that happening anytime soon either.

RAW is coming live from the land of fake boobs, plastic surgery and sexy young cubs. Whassup Jokes!

No, it's not Detroit.

DX is here. Is it 1997 again or is it 2006? Where are the Spirit Squad! Gimme an S. Gimme a U. Gimme a C. Gimme a K. Gimme an S. What's that spell? How I think this will turn out. Not that I don't like nostalgia, but I was sick of the DX thing when it was over-done a year ago. I'm not ready for it again just yet.

It'd be cool to see Chyna come out and join DX again for one night. They are in L.A. and she lives in the area (when she's not in Rehab, on VH1, or banging Sean Waltman).

Hornswaggle McMahon is here and he wants to be part of DX. He's already got the green on. This might be funny.

Short-arm scissors to HBK. Code Red! Code Red! (Anyone get that reference?) HHH with lots of inside jokes. He even has the "run sheet". Is this RAW or SNL?

Horny is an honorary member for the night. HHH wants him to leave, but he won't because of monsters. HBK goes to check it out.

Holy Mouth Full of Worms, Batman! It's the Boogeyman and he's coming to suck it! This has gotten weird!

More chaos and shots at the creative teams / Hollyweird. Khali comes out too and he's just big.
He's part of the group too.

Here comes Coach. He's ending the nonsense. HHH lies to Khali about what Coach allegedly did / didn't say. Shawn agrees and Shawn can't lie. I wonder if Bret Hart would agree with that?

Why doesn't Horny just use his McMahon status to tell Coach to suck it?

Khali kung-fu chops Coach who no-sells as he flees from the ring.

Khali chases Coach. Boogeyman and Horny vanish. And DX tell the world to suck it.

It was a funny segment, but it was just way too long.

Tom Green and Luke Perry are in the audience. Tom Green used to be funny. What happened?

Beth Phoenix is facing Kelly Kelly in a match. It's going to be a squash!

Yep! Quick and painless (unless you're Kelly Kelly). I like the way they're building up Beth.

I can't wait until she ends up facing off against Victoria.

Power and skill versus power and skill. Beth's a bitch. Victoria is crazy! I'm calling it now. That's the Diva's match for Wrestlemania.

And my money is on the crazy one!

Victoria rocks!

Santino is here. He says Austin isn't going to show up. Of course, that means Santino is going to get squashed like a bug. Or like Kelly was. Whichever is more painful and fun for the fans to watch.

Santino is comedy gold. He's possibly the next William Regal. It must be the accent.

A commercial airs for Clive Barker's "Jericho". Is the WWE trying to tell us something?

Carlito is here to face a kid named Joey. Carlito doesn't think it's cool. So he has Snitsky come in to destroy the kid.

Snitsky is one ugly mo-fo. I liked him better before when it wasn't his fault.

Snitsky kills Joey! Quickly!

It was his fault!

Carlito comes in to steal part of Snitsky's spotlight.

Snitsky destroys Carlito.

That wasn't cool!

An awesome video highlighting Jeff Hardy is aired.

This is a great way to really make Jeff look like a major star and the WWE deserves kudos for this.

Jeff still looks like he needs a good shower though.

We see Rey Mysterio and Jeff Hardy in the back going over moves. Or else trying to swat flies. It's hard to tell.

Tag team action as Rey & Jeff take on Finlay and Mr. Kennedy.

Kennedy and Finlay look way too similar and alike.

I wonder if Finlay ever went to Green Bay when he was a youngster?

Good match. I'd love to see Jeff Hardy and Finlay against each other more often.

Did Jim Ross really refer to Rey & Jeff as the WWE Air Force?

Kennedy takes the pin. How the mighty have fallen. I remember when he was supposed to be the next big star.

I guess he's been hanging around with Shelton & Carlito too much. Oops!

Maria tells Santino that Stone Cold is here. He poo-poo's her comments and they're headed for the ring.

Wrestlemania tickets went on sale in Orlando and Jimmy Hart is brought out of mothballs to promote the sale. One man actually says he's going to sleep with his Wrestlemania tickets. Damn, what a perv.

Santino and Maria go the ring. Even I have to admit that Maria is hot, but cut back on the make-up a bit, OK? Santino trash talks The Condemned and jaws a bit with the director of the movie, who's conveniently at ringside in the audience.

Glass breaks - fans cheer and Santino reacts by not reacting - he's great!

Austin and Santino jaw back and forth about the mis-quotes, the movie, etc. It's all good and Santino is hilarious. Austin? Well, he's Stone Cold and that's always good enough for me.

Austin gives Santino a copy of the Condemned DVD and Santino doesn't slam it down - he gently lays it down and grinds it with his foot oh so gingerly. Funny!

Austin repeatedly tries to extend the olive branch, but Santino is the total ass-clown. Finally. Steve offers him a beer. But Santino only drinks wine. Guess what's next?

STUNNER! STUNNER! STUNNER! Jim Ross practically has an orgasm at ringside.

Santino sells better than Citibank Stockholders after receiving the stunner. Austin says he looks thirsty and heads to the back after placing the DVD in Santino's mouth.

Austin comes back and guess what - it's 1997 again and he has the Budweiser Truck with him.

Austin gets a hose from the truck and it's beer bath time for Santino.

And for the first few rows of fans as Austin goofs up at first and sprays the crowd. Can you imagine one of the audience members getting pulled over on the way home. "No officer, I wasn't drinking! Stone Cold sprayed me with his hose!".... I think someone would be going to jail.

Maria decides to check on Santino while Austin drinks beer. Steve spies her in the ring (how could he miss her in that dress? She looked hot!) Austin gets his hose again and teases spraying the dim-witted announcer. She gets a beer bath. And Santino gets sprayed again. The crowd loves it! The fans at home love it. Bonnie Hammer loves it. The ring crew is ready to cry. They have to clean this mess up.

Austin stands on top of the beer truck and drinks beer. I guess that's more appropiate than standing on top of the beer truck and drinking orange juice.

For the 3rd time in about an hour, we see a commercial for Clive Barker's "Jericho". I definitely think the WWE is trying to tell us something.

The "Save Us" video airs. The code is the answer.

We see Vince and Horny in the back. So that's where he went after the DX segment. Vince explains to Horny about tough love and that since Horny seems to feel that size doesn't matter, he can prove it. At Survivor Series, it's Hornswaggle versus The Great Khali.

That is going to be very, very bad or very very good. My money is on the bad. But like train wrecks and Steve O's show, I'm strangely getting the urge to watch. My money is on the freak.

Four matches announced so far for the Survivor Series - it's HBK versus Orton for the WWE Championship. Taker takes on Batista in a Hell In The Cell for the World Championship. Horny takes on Khali. That'll be fun. And in a traditional Survivor Series match, it's HHH's team of himself, the Hardys, Rey Mysterio and Kane taking on Umaga's savage team of himself, Mr. Kennedy, Finlay, MVP and Big Daddy V. That might be fun. So far, the show is looking pretty interesting.

We see HHH and HBK in clown mode as they stall for time while the ring crew cleans up Steve Austin's beer bath mess. HBK plays the un-cool guy as he brings out Big Dick Johnson to dance. HHH is repulsed, as are 98% of the viewers at home. HHH just happens to have two of the Playboy magazine "Girl's Next Door" available. They come out and dance with Hunter as HBK exits the screen.

I'm sure that Stephanie was right off screen as well and watching the situation very closely.
Jerry Lawler has an orgasm at ringside. He actually knows the girls names. Why am I not surprised?

The DVD for "I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry" comes out on Tuesday. I should be offended, but it's Adam Sandler and he's always funny, so I'll probably end up getting it.

Mickie James puts the make on Trevor Murdoch. OK, she just says hi and wishes him luck, but in the WWE, it's the same thing.

Lance Cade tells Trevor to stay focused. He seems to be jealous of Mickie and her charms.
In a borning match, Cody Rhodes beat Trevor Murdoch.

Lance Cade and Hardcore Holly were both at ringside too.

It didn't matter.

The match was just blah! Which is surprising because Trevor can usually turn it on and produce.
We see a great video tribute to the Fabulous Moolah which rightfully receives an ovation from the fans. No one does video like the WWE and they should be commended for a great tribute to one of the true legends of professional wrestling.

One of the ZZ Top guys and Jamie Kennedy are in the audience. Is Jamie Kennedy any relation to Mr. Kennedy? A cousin, perhaps?

After a commercial break, we come back and Super Crazy & Hacksaw Duggan are trying to fire up the crowd with a chant of "Ho - Si". It doens't work.

The crowd is dead at the moment.

It's Haas & Benjamin as the opponents and they don't even get an introduction for this match. So much for being the "World's Greatest Tag Team".

Haas & Shelton take turns slamming Super Crazy as Hacksaw Duggan tries to get a "USA" chant going.

Hey Hacksaw, Shelton and Haas are from the USA - your partner is from Mexico. Wouldn't a "USA" chant kind of defeat the purpose?

Doesn't matter anyhow as the crowd just doesn't care.

Crazy pins Haas - or was it Shelton? All of the wasted mid-card talents look alike to me.
Meaningless match that did absolutely nothing for anyone involved.

The WWE Rewind airs and it's brought to us by Clive Barker's "Jericho". Enough! We get the message already.

DX (HHH & HBK) fought Umaga and Randy Orton in the main event. By this point, I'm just too exhausted to take notes and could care less. The match was just the same-old, same-old with these four men. Nothing special.

DX won.

And that's the end.

A good show to start, but it was just exhausting by the end. And it was hard to stay focused as the show went from good to bad to who cares from segement to segment. It was more hit than miss, but I just couldn't get into it.

Enough of the Jericho hints already. The latest rumors are he'll be back after the Survivor Series. That'll be cool. The sooner, the better.

And bring back Flair!

Woooooooooooooooooooo!

'Nuff said!