Feel no shame about shape
weather changes their phrase
even mother will show you another way

So put your glasses on
nothing will be wrong
there's no blame, there's no fame, it's up to you

That's "Tell Me Why" by a Japanese band called Penpals. I don't know why, don't know why, but I decided to put it on here. It's my "depressed and can't sleep" song. If you ever come across it, give it a listen. Very good.

Anyways, I had a busy weekend. Worked at TPW and ACW again. Wrestled Michael Faith in a mixed-tag match with Kitty and Angel. Wrestling Faith has always been interesting for me. It's made me think, since I can't wrestle like I normally do. It was a good match, a good show, and a good time seeing an old friend.
Later that night, I sauntered across town to see my good friend Anarchy wrestle XCal and Cade Sydal in a three-way-dance. Looks like he's been working out, which might explained why he tossed both of those guys around with ease. In the end, he got the pin with a wheelbarrow German Suplex he likes to call the "Shabba-Doo Drop."

The next morning, Cade Sydal, the Gen-rizzle himself, XCal, and I mozied on down to Wichita Falls for the ACW show. During which, I met the most interesting woman on Earth. She worked at a gas station and had a big Jeff Foxworthy mustache. Her name, coincidentally, was Jeff. Anyways, I guess I didn't hear him say "Hello" or "Howdy" or "Yahngitoutahyah!" or whatever the slack-jawed omnitard was saying, and he got upset. When I went to pay for my Dr. Pepper, he just said "You OK, buddy!?" To which I replied with a hearty thumbs-up. Then he refused to ring me up. The kind husky woman behind the counter next to him, realizing who she was dealing with, immediately serviced me (probably hoping for something in return. Sorry, thick ladies, I can only work one miracle at a time) As I was paying, the guy was ranting about how he didn't ring up people who "Wuddn't good E-NUFF to say hi to me!" So I turned, had a good, long, laugh in his face, and exited. Afterwards, Cade reminded me why he's in the Shooters Club by suggesting some Midol to the irate hillbilly, then bidding him farewell with a nice "Fuck you, bitch!" Later that night, I had one of the better promos of my illustrious career. After interrupting Cade Sydal's "hissy-fit" about wanting a title-shot, I informed the crowd that it was my birthday, and I had originally planned on taking the night off to "put it to some thick ladies." Let me tell you, the herd at ACW went BANANA! I then told Cade that if he wanted a title shot... then I just headbutted him. What followed that was a good match. The first time I'd worked Cade Sydal. No complaints here. He even takes the Velvet Love Lock like a champ.
And THAT was my Obligatory Cade Reference