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Welcome to Sunday, Sunday, Sunday (said in our best monster truck rally voice!) and our very own Siberian Husky Wrestlemania!
He’s touching me.
Of course, we do not wait for any particular day of the week to have our wrestling matches, but we thought the title fit perfectly for today. Every wrestler might be a masked bandit, too!
Now he is really touching me!
Typhoon Phooey is the master instigator and loves to start any wrestling match. Unfortunately for the Little Man, he always forgets that the matches always end in crushing defeat.
You are so in trouble now, Little One.
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