Got a text from Walsh. "You getting the ppv?"
Me-:"Yes. Are you?"
Walsh-:"Thinking about it. What you think about your Pack?"
Me-:"Good thing the belts are all gold cause werewolves can't hold silver."
Walsh-:"Hahahaha! So you're done pouting?"
Me-:"You started it." I got up to make coffee. When I came back into the room, there were a few texts waiting.
Walsh-:"Tell your little chat buddy you're taken. Tell him your man is a big wrestling superstar. Haha! I still believe! You haven't broken any mirrors yet, so believe Mad Hatter is possible."
He means well, he does.
Me-:"I will believe, when Frankenstein is brought up."
Walsh-:"Why Frankenstein?"
Me-:"Herman Munster... a Frankenstein monster. I call Mr. Scratchy Herman. Get it now?"
Walsh-:"Oh my god. Okay yeah get it."
Okay Herman, my little twist of barbed wire, stop snarling.
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