>what's next for jericho in AEW?
>5 mojitos
>another cruise ship event
>Fozzy as the headline act
>3 cases of beer
>soccer mom dancing
>Chivas Regal with the morning paper, Boston creme donut
>call Tony for a pep talk filled with "yeah, buddy's" and "you got this, dude" and "Who's my favorite Jericholic?" all while half smashed from the night before
>another glass of Chivas, some Van Halen for the vocal cords
>stretch
>cup of coffee, few Cameo recordings, few pictures of the kdis for Instagram followed by a plug for Fozzy merch
>more ice in the Chivas
>few slices of leftover cold pizza and maybe a little grass left behind by RVD to take the edge off
>lunch at 8 oclock at night-Heinken, two margaritias, 2 cheeseburgers, 2 orders of fries, a plate of tomatoes and another of cantalope with knife to slice them himself, coleslaw, taco salad, a double order of onion rings, carrot cake, ice cream, bean fritter, one or two more donuts snuck in, another Heineken, and one blue crushed snowcone (a glass of shredded ice with 3 or 4 jiggers of Chivas)
>Chartreuse, scribbles down on notepad with intelligible Fozzy lyrics about getting a brand of his own vodka going to maybe sell at Bret Hart's bar in Calgary, consider calling it 'Judas Kiss'
>order two number 9s, a number 9 large, a number 6 with extra dip, a number 7, two number 45s, one with cheese, and a large soda.
>space-time continuum shattering mind blowing diarreha session later, takes selfie in mirror of six pack abs that spontanteously showed up after
>Jericho is ready to wrestle.
