What Am I to Do? Can't Help It.


My brother's birthday was Monday and to celebrate he went to watch wrestling.

So of course I had to watch to see if I could catch a glimpse of him on television.

I haven't watched WWE in quite some time. I was pretty disappointed.

In fact, I was creeped out by a lot of it--especially the guy crawling around on the mat all slithery with his shimmery oily body. Gross.

But, I've decided I will have to start watching again. All because of one man . . . Santino.

Santino is the greatest. And I think if you watch this video, you will agree.

You're welcome.

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