Whattup Horsey-Holics, it is your certified “cult leader” and member of the prestigious “Yard Bird Posse”. I am back, but there’s not a whole lot going on so I’ll keep it short this time.

“The Orient Express” Shank Dorsey will be in action this weekend in Crooksville, OH for Fire and Ice Wrestling . I am booked in a singles match, so the Tag-Team Titles will not be on the line. “The Other White Meat” Dale Johnson is down in Florida taking care of a little Shank and Dale business and I will keep you posted if anything transpires from his travels.

Shank has been contacted by a lot of interesting people as of late. He is in the running for a spot in an up coming wrestling video that will be in sold stores all over the world and has also been contacted and has agreed to terms for the “FIRST EVER” Shank Dorsey action figure. Now come on. Wouldn’t every child want an official Shank Dorsey action figure in its stocking for Christmas? I thought so. Actually, I’m not really “in the running” for the spot on the video. I have talked to the Hollywood Producer that is making it and he has already told me that some of my work will be on the video but I never count my chickens before they hatch in this business.

I have a disturbing story that I would like to share with you before I go. Now, “The Orient Express” is not one to show sign’s of weakness or tears but I had an experience that I had tears in my eye’s and a lump in my throat.

I was asked to go over to the home of Mark Mattress a while back to see if we could come to a mutual agreement on the web bashing that has been going on. I agreed and went to his house with an open mind. I walked into the house and we shook hands. We sat and talked for a couple hours and the whole time I sat there I couldn’t help but to stare at the enormous hunk of mass hanging from his face. I just kept thinking to myself “Too bad his muscles aren’t “naturally” big like his nose”. He seemed to have a slight head cold so you could imagine that post nasal drip going on there. I mean, every time he sniffed, I damn near lost my hat. It was like a wind tunnel.

He asked me if I would like to go up to his computer room and see all his stuff. I guess he wanted to show off all of his equipment and make himself look good. I’m surprised he didn’t take me outside in the yard so I could see his white picket fence as well.

He warned my ahead of time to ignore the mess and that he hasn’t had a chance to straighten up because of his cold. My jaw dropped to the floor when I entered the room and saw, covering half the room and stacked to the ceiling, EMPTY TISSUE BOXES. I mean I know he has a huge nose and all but gees, I didn’t think it was THAT big. I just looked around the room and thought as the tears began to swell up in my eyes, “Those poor defenseless tree’s. They never did anything to deserve this. What could those innocent trees have done to deserve to be cut into little strips and shoved up the “Black Hole” known as Mark Mattress’s nostrils? This world is just not fair.”

I couldn’t believe what I saw and I was so disgusted that I immediately left the room and his house for that matter. I could never imagine, in my wildest dreams that someone would have to use a whole tree to soak up the river of post nasal drip that came from his orifice’s.

I know that you think I am exaggerating but the only thing I could think about was the size and shape of this man shnoz. To me it looked like a flaccid penis hanging there from his face ….. OH, you don’t believe me? Well, then take a look at THIS !!!!