A.C. Who?
There has been a rumor circulating the internet that we, the writers of of Hung Like Huang, are non other than Mario Lopez, who happens to be posing as A.C. Slater… who, again, happens to be posing as “some bored college students.” Well, let me tell you one thing, preppy, somebody will get smashed into a locker for that. I don’t know what’s going on around here or how this rumor got started, but if Screech or Zack are in any way involved, they will pay for it. Mr. B says I should probably relax, and he’s probably right… I don’t want another detention. I also don’t need anymore of this added stress. I have a wrestling match on Saturday against those Valley morons. I’m totally going to rock their world. My pretty mama, Jessie, has been on my back all week about my “unhealthy obsession” with wrestling. So what, if I like being on my back with a hot and sweaty guy? You should just worry about looking pretty and cooking me a good meal, hot mama.
So you see why I don’t need any other baseless accusations, even though I could probably take them since I’m soo tough. I could probably bench press your Honda, no problem.
I’m going to make this clear to all of you: We are NOT A.C. Slater. And I suggest, that unless any of you wish to be permanently attached to the inside of a high school locker, its best if you all keep your mouths shut.
On a homoerotic roid rage,
Alberto C.
P.S. Fess up, preppy.
P.P.S. I know I put up a super huge and very flattering pic of A.C., but it wasnt intentional.
