After a long day, I finally sat down, rolled myself a j, finished cleaning up the house - I'm feeling good, you know?
Breaded myself some Tilapia with a proper rice and veggies, fresh salad on the side and a glass of a Willm Riesling, it suits the mood.
Light up, hit it a few times, get a buzz going while I add Raw to my playlist. I missed it last night...I never catch it live anymore. Hmm.
I cut into my tilapia as I press play, anxious to see what type of sports entertainment I'll be served tonight.
Low and behold, there's this sudden, new, voice-over that completely hit me in the face with this 20 ounce AAA Grade goodness of fukkery steak. '
Last week on Raw...' - I'm excited. I already know what kind of night I'm in for.
I am literally 3:45 seconds in and I had to pause. I just finished my spliff writing this post. I'm high as fukk, my food is cold.
But I don't give a fukk.
fukkery, has been served.
