Ahh! I have never known anything about wrestling except Big Daddy and Giant Haystacks 
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I also still think WWF is World Wildlife Fund .
Now that isn’t any help at all .
I know the WWF as it’s been around since before I was born 1961.
Wrestling was just wrestling and still is whatever the size and shape of the cage.
Danny Boy Collins? 
If I remember correctly, “World Wrestling Federation” was sued by then World Wildlife Fund for the use of WWF. The wrestling org changed its name to “World Wrestling Entertainment” (WWE) instead.
Kendo Nagasaki?
Les Kellet
It was WWF before it became WWE
Ralph came home drunk one night, slid into bed beside his sleeping wife, and fell into a deep slumber…
He awoke before the Pearly Gates where Saint Peter said,“You died in your sleep Ralph.”
Ralph was stunned. "I’m dead?No I can’t be! I’ve got too much to live for. Send me back!
“St Peter said,” I’m sorry, but there’s only one way you can go back, and that is as a chicken."
Ralph was devastated, but begs St Peter to send him to a farm near his home. The next thing he knew, he was covered with feathers, clucking, and pecking the ground.
A rooster strolled past.“So you’re the new hen, huh? How’s your first day here?”
"Not bad,“replied Ralph the Hen,but I have this strange feeling inside, like I’m going to explode.”
“You’re ovulating, explained the rooster.Don’t tell me you’ve never laid an egg before.”
“Never,” said Ralph.
“Well just relax and let it happen,” says the rooster" It’s no big deal."
Ralph did, and a few uncomfortable seconds later, out popped an egg! Ralph was overcome with emotion as he experienced motherhood. He soon laid another egg – his Joy was overwhelming.
As he was about to lay his third egg, he felt a smack on the back of his head, and heard his wife yell…
“RALPH WAKE UP. YOU’VE SHAT THE BED!”
Clearly one of our players this season
When I was 13, I hoped that one day I would have a girlfriend with big tits…
When I was 16, I got a girlfriend with big tits, but there was no passion, so I decided I needed a passionate girl with zest for life.
In college I dated a passionate girl, but she was too emotional. Everything was an emergency; she was a drama queen, cried all the time and threatened suicide. So I decided I needed a girl with stability.
When I was 25, I found a very stable girl but she was boring. She was totally predictable and never got excited about anything. Life became so dull that I decided I needed a girl with some excitement.
When I was 28, I found an exciting girl, but I couldn’t keep up with her. She rushed from one thing to another, never settling on anything. She did mad impetuous things and made me miserable as often as happy. She was great fun initially and very energetic, but directionless. So I decided to find a girl with some real ambition.
When I turned 30, I found a smart ambitious girl with her feet planted firmly on the ground, so I married her. She was so ambitious that she divorced me and
took everything I owned.
I am older and wiser now, and I am looking for a girl with big tits.
I use to work with a guy named Wayne Bruce.
We all called him Manbat.
An 85-year-old man had to take a sperm count for his physical exam.
The doctor gave him a jar and said, “Take this home and bring back a sample tomorrow.” The next day the man returned to the office and handed him the jar, which was as clean and empty as the day before.
The doctor asked what happened, and the man explained,
“Well, doc, it’s like this. First I tried with my right hand, but nothing. Then my left, still nothing. Then I asked my wife for help. She tried with her right hand, then her left—nothing. She tried with her mouth, first with the teeth in, then the teeth out, still nothing. We even called up Arleen, the lady next door, and she tried too—first with both hands, then an armpit, she even tried squeezin’ it between her knees—but still nothing.”
The doctor was shocked. “You asked your neighbor?”
The old man replied, “Yep, none of us could get the jar open!”
An Oriental man was sitting in a restaurant in Chinatown when a Jew suddenly came up and tipped a bowl of fried rice over his head…
“That’s for Pearl Harbour” , said the Jew.
“But I’m Chinese”, cried the man.
The Jew was unrepentant. “Chinese, Siamese, Japanese, you’re all the same!”
At this, the Chinaman picked up his plate of sweet and sour chicken and threw it over the Jew.
“That’s for sinking the Titanic”, shouted the Chinaman.
“But the Titanic was sunk by an iceberg…”
“Goldberg, greenberg, iceberg…”
