I don't think we'll be meeting any hotties during the drive here in corn country, so I think I'll just throw on some relaxation clothes... Some torn cut-offs (essential winterwear) and my Y2J T-shirt.
"No, it's supposed to be Y2J," I assured her, "Chris Jericho. He's the greatest wrestler ever!"
"I don't want to know... I really don't"
"But he's awesome! He's from Canada... Winnipeg actually... I wonder if Dr. Brooks knows him? Anyway, he's really good on the mic, and he's got the funniest catch-phrases like 'you'll never... eeeeeeeeeever... be the same... a-gain (pronounced like a Canadian!)' and he calls people 'Jerky' and he uses moves like the Lionsault and the Walls of Jericho and a springboard dropkick, and he just wrestled Kurt Angle (who's actually the 1996 gold medalist in olympic wrestling) and it was really, really kewl, plus my fiance's in love with him... not really, not like she loves me, but she thinks he's hot, although she thinks the Rock's got a nicer ass, which I guess he does, but I'd do him... um, if I was a girl, that is... heh..."
