Hardy is a damn saint, but good lord I would crown a cac getting off the flight, tired to the gills, and get pictures and markers showed up my ass.
Like really, dude
. Have some fukking common courtesy. Some sort of care for the individual and your hygiene to be that much of an asshead to get wrestlers to sign shyt, to post on Ebay.
The gall of the smug ass dude holding the camera on some, "You used to be my favorite wrestler growing up. A couple of more. Thanks man"
fukk off you smelly, Cheetos beard having, funky, cargo shorts with tube socks, Sketchers, and an old ass Austin 3:16 tee that haven't been washed since Clinton got his nut licked, arguing from 5am to 5am to the IWC about promotions that could give a fukk about you, fukking locusts.
Respectfully tho