You can’t make up stuff like this. I am torn between the thinking side of my mind which considers the idea of a 67 year old ego maniac stuntman and martial arts closet of wonders running armed in the streets of New Orleans a sign that the end times are arriving earlier than expected and the drunken frat boy side of my mind which is currently jumping up and down, making a dude sign, and drooling Pabst on my shirt.
Is New Orleans ready for this shitzu? And speaking of fecal humor, how many people want to wager on how far into the very first episode he says “I’m gettin’ too old for this S#^+!”
I think Dave and I need to go down there as official observers…



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