Buck Zumhofe: Prattles On and On and On and...

TGIF Facebuster Nation!

To kick off what's sure to be a sun drenched, Bud Light Chelada soaked, and cabin fatty filled June weekend, I thought it appropriate that we hear from Buck Rock and/or Roll Zumhofe via You Too about (a) his summer plans thus far -- specifically his total lack thereof -- for himself and the midgets, green "giants," and meth addicted ladies gainfully employed under his fledgling and no doubt mismanaged and strapped for cash "Rock n Roll Wrestling" enterprise; (b) his passion outside of/aside from promoting and refereeing matches between a midget and the local town whore in a friggin' cow pasture -- namely, begging and bothering others for their deceased family members' or deadbeat husbands' gently worn neckties like the fancy garden variety tied about 2" too short navy blue number he is proudly sporting in this clip; (c) judging by the living room accouterments, his blatant disregard of his father's sagacious and prophetic advice to save his money; (d) his near five year struggle to amass $129.95 in order to purchase an unremarkable championship belt to be awarded to the winner of a match between the rassle troupe's allegedly two top workers at an unspecified date, time, and venue; and (e) how to proffer a concluding analysis on the state of Rock n' Roll Wrestling (i.e. "we're big, we're busy, we're everywhere") that systematically contradicts all previous assertions of forlorn availability.

Next week, the Rock and Roller candidly discusses his courageous battle with the twin afflictions hubris and whiskey nose.

Don'cha dare miss it.