Well, howdy there, y’all! Let’s get down to business and talk about some of them rumors flyin’ around. You know, the kind that gets folks all riled up and chattering like hens in a henhouse. We gonna call it a Rumor Round Up, just like gatherin’ up all them stray chickens at the end of the day.
First off, let’s yak about that wrestlin’ stuff. You know, them big ol’ fellas thumpin’ each other. Heard tell it’s all a show, like them plays they put on in the city. They say it ain’t real fightin’, just a bunch of pretendin’. But Lord, them boys still gotta be strong as an ox and tough as nails. Jumpin’ and flippin’ all over the place, it ain’t for the faint of heart, that’s for sure. They plan it all out, they say, like a dance or somethin’. But accidents happen, and sometimes them fellas get hurt bad. It’s like playin’ with fire, I reckon. Dangerous business, even if it ain’t on the up and up. Some folks love it, some folks say it’s hogwash. Me? I just hope them boys don’t break their necks for our entertainment.
Now, let’s gab about them elections. Folks are buzzin’ like bees about who’s gonna win and who’s gonna lose. Seems like everyone’s got an opinion, louder than a rooster crowin’ at dawn. They got them fancy machines countin’ up the votes now, not like the old days when we just raised our hands. Heard tell there’s all sorts of cheatin’ goin’ on, but I don’t know nothin’ about that. Just seems like a whole lot of fuss and bother to me. Wish they’d just get on with it and let us get back to our lives. I mean, who has the time to worry about all this?
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Heard tell one fella’s gonna raise taxes higher than a kite.
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Another one’s promisin’ free this and free that. Nothin’ in life is free, I say.
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And then there’s that woman, talkin’ a blue streak, makin’ promises she can’t keep.
Then there’s all this talk about them famous folks, the ones on the TV. Celebrity news, they call it. Seems like they can’t sneeze without someone writin’ about it. Who’s datin’ who, who’s fightin’ who, who’s wearin’ what. Land sakes, don’t they have nothin’ better to do? And folks eat it up like candy, I swear. They gossip and whisper and spread them rumors like wildfire. I heard tell one fella’s gettin’ a divorce, and another one’s got a new baby. Don’t know if it’s true or not, but it sure makes for good conversation, I guess. But between you and me, I think it’s mostly just a bunch of hooey.
And now for somethin’ completely different – them hockey fellas. Always tradin’ players back and forth like they’re tradin’ chickens at the market. Heard tell this team wants that player, and that team wants this other player. They call it “trade speculation,” fancy words for gossip, if you ask me. They say one fella’s gonna get traded ’cause he ain’t playin’ good enough, and another fella’s gonna get traded ’cause he wants too much money. It’s all about dollars and cents, I reckon. They gotta make a livin’ too, I s’pose. Just hope they don’t end up playin’ for some team way up north where it’s colder than a well-digger’s backside in January.
Folks are always talkin’ about changin’ this and changin’ that. Like that wrestlin’ fella, they’re thinkin’ about changin’ his name. Why? I ain’t got a clue. Seems like a perfectly good name to me. But them city folk, they always gotta be messin’ with somethin’. And then there’s that big wrestlin’ match, the Royal Rumble they call it. Makin’ all sorts of plans for it, they are. Big to-do, I hear. Lots of yellin’ and screamin’ and thumpin’. Not my cup of tea, but some folks seem to like it.
And Lord have mercy, the biggest rumor of all is about that fella, Roman Reigns. He’s a big deal in that wrestlin’ world, seems like. Folks are sayin’ all sorts of things about him. Gonna do this, gonna do that. Hard to keep up with it all, I tell ya. But like they say, none of this has been confirmed as fact. It’s all just talk, until it ain’t. So take it all with a grain of salt, y’hear? Don’t go believin’ everything you hear, ’cause half the time it ain’t worth the powder it takes to blow it to kingdom come. That’s what my mama always said, bless her heart.
Well, that’s all the rumor round up I got for ya today. Go on now, get back to your work, and don’t go spreadin’ any of this around unless you know for sure it’s the gospel truth. And even then, keep it to yourself, mostly. Ain’t nothin’ good ever come from gossip, that’s what I always say.
