Contemplating going to wrestling school at my advanced age of 50 and becoming a heel new age intelligentsia manager who attempts to rile hillbilly crowds into knife attacks. How good I am at my job will be shown by the number of stab wounds I have on my deathbed. Anyways, pretty sure this is going to be my theme song, but I might chop and screw it. (I always chop and screw it up somehow.)
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I met a guy named Tibbi at Taco Bell when Devon worked there, before she got fired accused of taking choco tacos. She helped me get a date. So tibbi & I go to golden palace Chinese. I freak him out because I small talk him “yeah, I have a brother, he’s thinking about going to wrestling school.” Then when food comes I tell him I’m not using a knife around him because it’s risky. I love me & my brother.
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