I start my day at 11am being awoken by Chambea, from the grammy award winning rapper and most streamed artist in the world Bad Bunny™, blaring through my Cricket Wireless® phone (very powerful btw, almost as powerful as The Miz™ in the ring.)
I roll out my bed ravenous and waddle straight to the kitchen to ponder my feeding choices. Yet there is only one real option, my beloved Cinnamon Toast Crunch® Cinnemojis™. After several bowls, I wipe my mouth on my WWE x Fanatics official LA Knight™ (YEAH!™) tee and decide the first order of the day - fapping.
I trot to my desktop computer to load up /pw/ to find some lovely WWE® ladies (I still call them Divas™ lol) but I wish the lads still made the Women of NXT™ general since based HBK knows how to feed us coomchads. After several hours of gooning, I clean up with my official WWE x Fanatics official LA Knight™ (YEAH!™) tee. I drop a quick 'no milly?' on some seething trany and rehydrate with 2 litres of Mountain Dew® Pitch Black™.
I lumber back to my desktop PC, avoiding eye-contact with my mother, and load up WWE® 2k24™ and continue work on my MegaMind® custom that'll surely pop the boys on The Jerk, while my torrents of NXT™ and WWE® Main Event™ download. It's a cheat day so I have an extra handful of Snickers® bars and a Hulk Hogan® Real American Beer™ (hope my dad doesn't find out) with some Logan Paul™ running on my second screen (he's a based AF Trump® guy just like Hogan®)
Mom comes home from shopping and I immediately ask her if she managed to get the Dude Wipes® and the copy of Fatal Fury®: City of the Wolves™ but she heistates, and tells me quietly that she forgot the Dude Wipes® and that Fatal Fury®: City of the Wolves™ was too expensive. I cut a shoot promo on her that would make CM Punk™ proud and stomp back to my room for more gooning.
