Tonight it was Wrestlemania and my friends went to show-mes to watch it. For those who don't know what it is, the place is a sports bar that is similar to Hooter's. For most of the night, it was like any regular night there during a pay-per-view. There was some loud cheers but nothing out of the ordinary. Until the main event. There was this old man there who was obviously cheering for John Cena instead of everyone else there who was cheering for The Rock. This man repeated a lot of the same things over and over again. These are some of his comments and some of our replys back.
Old Man: Go back to Hollywood!
Me: Go back to your mom's basement!
Old Man: Let go of him!
Me: (in old man's voice) He's my baby!
Old Man: Don't give up! Don't stop!
My Friend: Is that what he sounds like in bed?
Old Man: Yes! Yes!
Me: No, that's what he sounds like.
Old Man: Tap! Tap!
My Friend: Why does he repeat everything?
Other Friend: He took a double shot.
These were some of my favorite comments and after time, he realized we were talking about him. The best part was he didn't get mad at us. He thought he made new friends and gave us the rock fist and pointed to us like he liked us.
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