I lied

I won't be spending the week in blissful muse-ness. My comp died an ugly, ugly death.

Before it went though, I was able to cave and buy my WWE roster. I'm pimpin' rasslers nationwide. All them bitches better bring in the cash money.

Jericho is my bottom bitch. Sadly due to budgetary constraints I was unable to afford Matt Hardy. An injured ho is a ho that makes no dough. Dolla dolla bill.

See ya all on Tuesday. Maybe.