
Those of you who got the pleasure of seeing One Flew Over the Cuckoos
Nest need no introduction to Randle McMurphy. The insidious hooligan who
claimed to fuck and fight too much did not get suffocated by Big Chief's
humongous hands. That's right, it was all a hoax. Don't believe me? All
it takes is one look at Synchronicity's site, and on it's middleweight
roster you shall see a certain someone named Randall "P" McMurphy.
According to Mac, as he was belovingly known to all those deranged and
demented, he not only survived the benign attempt at assassination, he
was able to reverse the affects of lobotomy. How, you might ask? That,
he says, he isn't quite ready to reveal, however, he did say that after
he made his getaway using the two harlots and a schoolbus, he lived
peacefully up in Pickering, Ontario for nearly a decade.
"I lived a granola-lifestyle. You know, growing my own herbs, riding a
bicycle everywhere, dating women that don't shave their privates. Ha,
kidding about that one. I've laid low for quite some time, and was
granted immunity. Ain't life grand? I was exploring the great city of
Toronto once, and happened to become acquainted with a lovely woman that
was willing to show me good times, and let me tell you, I did make up
for all those times laying low. The events that took place are jagged
pieces of memory, possibly exaggerated, possibly diminished in their
intensity, but what stuck out was smoking crack with a man who
vehemently claimed to be the Mayor of Toronto.
Things got even fuzzier
after freebasing non-stop for several days, but then I found myself at
the Air Canada Centre, sitting in a suite, and life just kept getting
better. I was introduced to Georges Saint Pierre, who was in town and
cheering on his beloved Habs. Georges professed to be a big fan of mine,
saying that he hated nurse Ratchett and then had me sign his Montreal
jersey. We chatted for a bit, and he seemed like a great, standup guy.
He told me that I would be welcome to come and see him perform his
craft, gave me his number and inivted me to Tri-Star gym in Quebec.
Long story short, I embraced the face-pounding with all of my heart, and
made a commitment to learn the lay'n'prays, wall'n'stalls, and
everything else that comes along with it, afterall, you might remember
me saying: "I fight and fuck too much" and I am now in the business of
making men weep and philandering has never been easier.
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