whiski_sour | Mumbo jumbo...chicken limbo!

Finished my fics for the Day After Tomorrow fic challenge. They're the first two posts I made in

i_tell_lies, if anyone's interested. LAS and WWE.

Talked to Dad about possibly getting money next week to go to Chicago to help out Drake. He's shelling out on the condition I bring him back a Void Effect t-shirt. Heh.

Dad and I watched Smackdown tonight.

On Chavo, Sr. being called Chavo Classic...
Dad: He's not a fucking coke.
Me: But, he is an antique. Perhaps they're referring to him in the old car sense.

More on Chavo, Sr...
Me: It's kinda odd seeing him wrestle for some reason. I mean, he's old, but he's not Terry Funk.
Dad: No, Chavo can still walk upright.
Me: Maybe that was his motivation. "Well...I've still got cartilege left in my knees..."

And, yes...more on Chavo, Sr...
Dad: He ain't right.
Me: *blinks* Dad, have you seen this man's gene pool? The crazy is strong with them.

And,

katie2shady should appreciate this...

Charlie Haas comes out...
Me: Dude. His barber hates him.

Later, Rene Dupree comes out...
Me: Ya know, if he teamed up with Charlie Haas they could have their own bad haircut tag team.

During the Raw Rebound...
Me: Ya know, if Kane went over to Smackdown, he could joing up with Renee Dupree and Charlie Haas and have their own Bad Haircut Freebirds thing.

During Booker T's interview...
Me: Ya know, if Booker T joined up with Rene Dupree and Charlie Haas and Kane, they could have their own My Barber Obviously Hates Me stable.

Anyway, my love for Cena grows and Rico and Charlie Haas give me plot bunnies. Bastards. All of them.

It's hot and I have a headache. I predict sleep as soon as my hair dries more.