I’m so proud to have called who would bomb this week on Dream Job the moment they announced someone would win from calling a number about Wendy’s cup. Except for the proud part. And the Dream Job part. And everything else.
Still, whoever told Stu to tone down his Stu-ness about six notches gets a Gold Star. Or circle. 
Let me do my Lavar Arrington impression: [blows into the microphone]
I did Velocity. I didn’t do Heat yet, because hey eh whatever. Maybe tommorow. Maybe not.
Lance Storm is either the last person I ever want running into help me, or a non good turncoat Canadian back stabber. And he will PAY.