Listen, I couldn't give a shit less about Chyna. Yeah, she gave me super weird shame boners during puberty, but we have long been past that. Prior to today she was just a disgruntled former wrestler with a drug problem that inevitably cost her her life. Sorry, but the truth hurts. Rest in peace and all that jazz, but let's not pretend she died the most honorable death. I wish she was still alive, but I didn't plan on sending flowers or anything...until now...
I honestly felt no need to blog Chyna's death. The only reason I am now is because I couldn't let it get swept under the rug this quickly. Jesus Prince, how about a little respect? Fucking guy came flying off the top rope and buried her headline on the back page while the body was still warm. This was supposed to be Chyna's last hooray, and it lasted all of three hours. You think she swallowed an entire bottle of pills just to get disrespected in the afterlife too? I know people pass way in threes, but they aren't supposed to try to outdo each other in the process. You couldn't hold that last breath until tomorrow Prince? You could have had the entire weekend to yourself! How is Chyna supposed to compete with you? She doesn't even have her own Dave Chappelle skit! Prince is a goddamn national treasure, but he there's no mistaking his actions here as anything but selfish. April 21st, The Day Formerly Known As Chyna's. Might as well cancel her funeral while were at it, because even her family is too busy mourning the loss of a rock star. I can't believe he just Purple Rained all over her parade. Straight up dunked all over her corpse. I'm pouring one out for the only female member of D-Generation X tonight, but it's mostly because I think everyone else will be busy crying with the doves.