As I lay on the floor of Wrestling House PA i'm crabby, tired, and sort of amused because everybody is whispering as to "not wake up Punk". Well, guess what assholes? You're some of the loudest whisperers in the world. You get an F.
I've got at least another three hours of quality sleep, but apparently Mike Quackenbushs car broke down on his way to set up for his Chikara show. Luckily Bryce, the Chikara ref was at the house, so he left to pick him up. THEN Bryce calls because...yup, you guessed it, HIS car broke down too.
My day of inconvenience begins:
I can't imagine i'm the happiest person in the world, but if you wake me up, tell me I don't have time to shower or eat breakfast, i'll more than likely become the biggest crab you've ever seen. It's situations like these where the outside world should be happy I bring headphones with me.
We arrive at Quacks only to find that Bryce has started his car (ball fists in anger and yell at the sky!). Another Chinese fire drill, and Cabana and I head straight back to Wrestling House PA to clean up and pee all over the walls as an act of revenge. I finally get my shower, I finally get my breakfast, so we finally head out to Philly for some ROH action.
