My beard is my hobby.
First part of my dream involved the return of Eddie Guerrero. I was the one who was deluded and thinking he was dead when actually the last two tribute shows were in his honor because he was in the hospital hanging on by a thread. He came out to the ring, wrestled a match and all is right with the world.
Backstage passes got me a chance to hang out with wrestlers. The only one who was around was Kurt Angle. He was part of a drawing where Kurt Angle appears at one of your parties or events, any time, any place in the future. My name was pulled and he said he insisted on showing up at my wedding.
"When I come through those doors, I want everyone in the pews to be chanting "You Suck" in time with my music!"
A crumpled note is haphazardly thrown at you.
Malyss pages, "Look after Raddidge. I worry. This morning, when I woke up I had just dreamt that I had received an email from you. The subject line was something along the lines of "Raddidge Died in a Terrible Car Accident" and I was quite upset this morning. It was a relief when I checked my mail and no such message was waiting for me. I want everything to be good for you kids."
Shortest alias: M.
