ALWAYS SUCH A *DELIGHT* TO BE WOKEN UP AT THE RANCID ASSCRACK OF DUSK BY MY CRUSTY PANLESS BARKCREATURE LANDING SQUARE ON MY ORGAN CAVITY SUPLEX-STYLE LIKE SHE'S FIGHTING TROLL HULK HOGAN AT WRESTLEMANIA.
Who is your bark creature in this scenario? King Kong Bundy? Andre the Giant? Tag team of Paul Orndorff and Rowdy Roddy Piper? Macho Man Randy Savage? Warrior? Sir? Sgt Slaughter? Money Inc? Vince McMahon? The Rock? Please complete metaphor, or don't invoke his name.
HANG ON. I NEED TO DO SOME RESEARCH. I DON'T INDULGE IN THE MANLY PASSTIME OF OILED UP AND MUSCULAR BE-COSTUMED MEN REFUSING TO LEAVE ENOUGH ROOM BETWEEN EACH OTHER FOR THE SUFFERER.