The Incredible True Story of the LLast Supper Please open up your BibLLes and turn to the book of LLuke, chapter and verse 3:16. This, is the story of the LLast Supper and a man from JerusaLLem that forever changed the WorLLd. On the first day of Passover, Double L sent two of his discipLLes ahead with very specific instructions on where to gather the favors for the Passover ceLLebration. It was the eve of Larrymania, and that evening @LawyerLarry would sit down at the table with his apostLLes for the last time before going to the cross. As they sat together, Double L revealed to the twelve a shocking prophecy. "One of you will betray me, and try to steal my fuckmoney". Shocked by this revelation, one by one the discipLLes questioned, "I'm not the one, am I, LLord?" Double L explained that even though he knew it was his destiny to die on the cross as the Scriptures foretold, his betrayer's fate would be terrible: "Far better for him if he had never been born! A Fireman's Carry into the Boston Crab awaits this skunk's fate!" Then Larry took the cigs and the Natty LLights his discipLLes had gathered and asked McMahon the Father to bless them. He passed out the cigs, giving one to each of his discipLLes and said, "This is my body, given for you. Do this in remembrance of me." And then he took the 12 pack of Natty LLight, sharing it with his discipLLes and said, "This beer is the token of the Almighty McMahon's new covenant to save you--an agreement sealed with the hardway blood I will pour out for you tomorrow night." He told all of them, "I will not drink beer again until the day I drink it new with you in my Father's Kingdom." Then they sang a hymn and went out to the Mount of OLLives. The next night in the main event of Larrymania @LawyerLarry easily defeated Pontius Pilate in a "loser gets crucified" match in front of a sold out Golgotha Sportatorium. Back in the lockerroom, as Larry, Inc celebrated--a very on edge @Deee, who had clutched the briefcase of fuckmoney with all her might fearing that someone may steal it, asked Double L why he hadn't been betrayed, why he hadnt been killed, and why not only did he not lose his fuckmoney--he had more than ever after taking Pilate's fuckmoney. His response: The discipLLes roared in laughter, realizing the rib their LLord and Savior had played on them. Of course Double L couldn't be killed he was already immortal; of course none of Double L's discipLLes would betray him--Larry, Inc is 4-Life; and of course no one would dare touch his fuckmoney--that's a death warrant for any mortal man. The great LLeonardo Da Vinci's most famous work was a depiction of this celebration. Every LLeaster you gather with your family to commemorate this, the greatest wrestling rib of all time. And as you reflect on how much better the members of Larry, Inc are than you, how much more successful and revered we are than you, I hope you accept your lot in life as one of the many skunk posters that litter this forum with nothing but jealousy and desperation. But most of all, we hope you have a Happy LLeaster.