>>5901098Hey Phil, how's Mike doing? Just kidding, I know you don't talk to your own brother.
Remember that one ring rat you were banging, the one where she had a computer in her living room? Yeah, you remember the one. With her family there and shit. Her dad politely asked you to stop looking at porn on their computer when everyone went to bed. Did you stop, Phil? Hell no you didn't stop! And what did you do after he had to tell you a second time and you lost computer privileges over there? You want to tell these Punkamaniacs or should I?
You threw the computer across the room and threw a temper tantrum, that's right! Because that's who you are, Punk. You're a big moody kid who doesn't understand empathy. It doesn't matter how gray you let your beard get or how much ass you get when April isn't looking, you'll always be the same scared piece of shit who daddy doesn't love and how can you blame him, Phil? How can you blame him for not loving the most conceited, narcissistic, childish lump of cells to ever congeal? If you were your dad, you'd be a drunk too.
Aww, what are you gonna do Phil? Are you gonna cut me out of your life now? Like you have cut off family members and best friend after best friend after best friend? Let's ask Colt Cabana OH WAIT, we can't. Tony Khan is sending him to Ring Of Honor to appease your comfort, O Lord Brooks. A man who was forced to take you to court to honor your word. A man you held your new best friends' belts with when your job was to get blown by Gabe Sapolsky. Hey, beats Ian Rotten, am I right? But you cut him out because you make promises and you don't keep them.
I could forgive this if you were an athlete but Phil, you're not. You can't do half the shit you want to but you still try and you know what happens? You make everyone look stupid standing around waiting for you to get off your ass. You make a mockery of everyone who takes this shit seriously. If this was 1995, Bret Hart wouldn't work with a slob like you.
