Our very own Jay “Distro Viking” Williams is the man, with the van, in charge of distributing our fine publication to the wet streets of Portland. But what happens inside that Mercury distro van? Evidently, some intense passenger seat WWF toy wrestling.
Why does he have that ring in the van? Does he break out the toys and have matches during red lights? Could the Iron Sheik defeat the British Bulldog?
Jay, care to enlighten us?
Ezra, I think this is the equivalent to the pug “rage cage” in the back your car. Star gets to ride up front and pretend she is Koko B. Ware.
Don’t question that which is Jay Williams your lord and savior. Without him you writers and so called journalist would still be showing your “articles” to your mommies to get the obligitory pat on the back. Thanks to Jay Man your so called “writing” reaches us Portlanders. Where we have no choice to look at it, cause face it he’s good at planting that “newspaper” in sneaky fucking places.
Some people do hard intravenous drugs, some people look at photos of feet on their teleputers. I take my Steve Urkel action figure and have him wrestle the Iron Sheik.
Don’t fucking judge me.
Where are the Rock’em Sock’em Robots?
Jay, I envy your life. (Plus, everyone knows the Sheik would camel clutch the fuck out of Urkel.)