Well well well. Look at all the disgusting meat gazers who clicked on this blog. Despicable. Jim Ross should only be the legendary play-by-play wrestling announcer and BBQ sauce aficionado NOT the object of your sick fantasy that involves Jim Ross and your personal sock that’s so gritty even Mankind wouldn’t shove it down someone’s through. And that’s a fact, cactus Jack.
However, Jim knows what puts asses in the seats (socially distant though they may be). Dicks. While he acts as our usher, he also points to the feet. The rules from Nam still apply today. Take care of your feet and they’ll take care of you.