Ha! Coffee Cubed! Eat flaming death robots, S'meg! Bastiges!
Also had a bit of sad news. Two icons of WWE went on to the next ring this past week. Terry Funk & Bray Wyatt are now wrestling in the Big Ring.
I ride the bus with a young man who works at wrestling part-time. His full-time is as a prepper for a chicken dinner chain, not KFC.
Due to his wrestling and some congenital issues, he faces an uphill climb of hard physical therapy. He confided to me that some days he cannot even set his feet to the floor. There is that much pain for him at times.
He mentioned Bray Wyatt's passing and also that he adored him, used some of his "stuff" in his own. Then, it resonated that Bray was only thirty-six. I told this young man, "don't overthink it, hon. You keep going. Bray wouldn't want any less, would he?"
The young man got a smile, nodded. "You're right, and I won't overthink it. Thank you." I then thanked Spanky. We got to keep bringing them up. Pick 'em up and carry 'em if we need. No point in countless lives falling to the Dark.