don't recall the wrestler, but how about Tony Clifton? apparently it got to the point where Andy would sit at home watching while a friend of his went on TV and did the Clifton routine and everyone thought it was Andy. that's freakin' brilliant.
while i tend to view PB&J as one of those heavy-based clown punching bag things akin to a Weebil, as your attorney i advise you to stop scratching that itch, or else make with the blow that causes the lollipop shower, dammit.
(although, gosh, even though your tennis game won't get any better playing against an opponent of such calibur, it sure is perverse fun reading the attempts. fuggit, swing away!)
