I just bought the Chalk-Line Bret Hart Entrance Shorts and it’s amazing how much I look like the Hitman! I called my wife into the room and asked her, “Honey, I can’t figure it out – why am I such a badass son of a bitch?”
She didn’t really know why, but she did ask me to stop speaking with a Canadian accent. I don’t know what she’s talking aboot. She also disagreed that I should start referring to myself as the “Excellence of Sexecution.”
If she keeps this up, Imma put her ass in the Sharpshooter! Does anyone else have to deal with this level of disrespect? I feel like this is the screw job all over again…