>>18793663You just know there is some crazy ass night that he had with Godfather or Kane or Yoko where it started after a match, went to the locker room and then 3 bags of weed and 3 bottles of Jack Daniels, ended up at some strip club where bitches got crazy and it then got back to their hotel rooms where the party just went on and on until they had to drag their asses to the hotel gym to sweat the alcohol out of their systems before going back on the road to do it all over again that would be a legendary story to talk and reminisce about but then you see this stuck up increasingly ghoulish looking bitch staring at you with those eyes and it turns out that she possesses in her dried up snatch the crucial ingredients of being able to control the Undertaker, mind, body and soul. Its the same stuff inside the funeral urn Paul Bearer carried around. You can just see it in her face and then see his chain get yanked back like a puppy in training.
Taker just looks crosseyed because he just had a flash back to some stripper Godfather got that had a hoop-piercing on a superfluous third-nipple and the two of them joking if that's where she hung some his/her towels but one look from his no-fun having bitch wife sent that fine memory and story back down in to the memory fog.
There's an unspoken of rule in wrestling: don't bring your wife on the road and have her around the boys because the boys act like boys and wives don't need to see or know their husbands are around or approve or are complicit with that sort of behaviour. Taker just proved that you shoudn't bring them onto your fucking podcasts either.
