Re: Mick Foley's daughter is hot
Her and some boy in a convertible, making out at, oh I don't know, where do kids make out at these days? Fuckmee Point or something like that.
Her: I don't know about this...
Him: What's wrong, baby? Don't wanna meet the ORIGINAL Hardcore Legend?
Her: Well, maybe, but.....hey, what's that?
Him: Yeah, what the hell is that?
*They look up a nearby tree and see some large form clamoring for position way up top, like a bear reaching for some honey or something*
Him: Is that....
Her: That's my....
And Mick comes sailing off the tree with a vintage Cactus Jack flying elbow.
And I'd totally do her.
I'm a Brock Lesnar Guy.
Arrive, F5, Rinse and Repeat...