O. . . m . . . g. . . Drool. . . Dang! Jericho was hottttttt tonight. o.O Hot dang. . . I think it prolly had to do with the fact I was Jericho-less for almost two weeks. . . Lol. If someone posts a picture of him from tonight, I am sooo saving it. Gosh. O.O; Now this guy on the radio sounds like Jericho. What if it's Fozzy? Lol. *goes to look it up on Google* Ah I dunno, it coulda been. Anyway.

Now it turns out WWE is coming to town on Easter Sunday and Rob has to work that day so Dad doesn't wanna go. Well screw that, I was disappointed enough at the last house show that we went to, when Chris wasn't there. I'm going. I'll put my foot down for once ^-^ o.O Dad always talks about wanting to take me places more, well, he will. Meh!

And us going to Metallica is confirmed. WHEEEEEEEE! o.O

Bad bad quotes:

Austin: *walking around the ring with a piece of paper stuck in his jeans*
Me: What's in his pants?
Dad: WHAT did you just say????

Test: *is Matt Hardy's tag team partner*
Me: Matt! What are you doing tagging with Test? He doesn't have any Mattitude! . . . Or Testicles. . .
Dad: Holy schmoly. . .


(Back in the horrible year of 2001-2002, Test's real life girlfriend and 'manager' Stacy Keibler thought up a new name for all of Test's fans. . . Testicles. It used to make me all warm and fuzzy to call myself that.)