“Tell me your feelings… brother.”
“Smell this, I cooked it.”
WRESTLING’S NOT GAY! I mean real! I mean fake!
Hulk, if that’s not a thermos in your pants, the fight is off…
Hulk Hogan kisses the Rock’s veiny, sweaty head. Wait, what?
Little do you all know, the Rock is actually the one in the bottom right waving his arm – Hulk just likes to dress his dick up and take it out for some bonding experiences every now and again.
Precursor of the sex tape nobody’s looking forward to.
I can’t quit you, bother.
Quick! Where can I place the waxed figure for WrestleMania, it’s starting to melt!
Turn your head and cough brutha.
♪♫When a maaan loves a woman….♪♫
*Hulk inhaling deeply* “I smell what you are cooking brother, I’ve smelled it since the day we met.”
“You complete me.”
I miss you so damn much! I miss being with you. I miss being *near* you. I miss your laugh!
I miss your scent.
I miss your musk… When this all gets sorted out, I think you and me should get an apartment together!
“I told you I wouldn’t fuck up in the movies like you did.”
Oh, c’mon. “Mr. Nanny” was an epic tour-de-force.
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