Don't Worry 'Bout Consumption, Even If They Call It T.B.

I was just awakened by the oddest nightmare. I was sitting in my TV room talking to someone (I've already forgotten whom), when Scorpius of Farscape infamy began harassing and terrorizing me, including at one point picking up former professional wrestler and current missing person Perry Saturn and swinging him at me like a bat.


HOME RUN!

Unfortunately, my subconscious must not have paid the proper licensing fees to the Henson people, as my version of Scorpius was kind of generic, like the Gobots of the Uncharted Territories or something.

Also, I came home after the Browns game this afternoon and almost immediately went to sleep, so now I'm up and full of energy. Does anybody want to watch the SLAMMYS edition of RAW with me tonight? 8-11, and best of all, FREE! Takers? Kanes? HAHAHAHAHA! No, seriously. Let me know. Holla at ya boy.