Imagine that.

So you saw this WWE Wrestling match. Two macho guys fighting against another two macho guys. Sweat and bruises or even blood, well, maybe ketchup but, let's not go into that. All four of them, exhausted. Weak. Lying there, almost motionless. And, still as ever, better off dead.

Okay so, suddenly this guy got up. One of the wrestlers. Dressed in some really tight rubber.. singlet? Showing off his already black nipples. He crawled down the wrestling ring. Lifted up the curtains surrounding the side of the ring. Oh, and and, a midget came out! Dressed in green like some revolutionary from the 19th Century.

And he ran onto the stage, start smashing the faces of those two poor wrestlers. Yes, imagine that.

Then imagine thinking of this Literature Workshop you onced attented in High School. Instructor Melvin said those who admit they watch WWE, admits they're fools. And you believed. Worst, you were actually inspired by that. And imagine from that very day, he became your idol.

But then you realized, those who admit they watch wrestling now, admits they're even bigger fools.