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The Under Duker · (03-23-2014)

March the 21st
Dreaming

Today I had this dream I was sharing a double size casket with the old girlfriend, back before I strangled her in her sleep and all that good stuff. In this dream we're in the casket, buried alive of course, listening to some George Strait cause you know I got a sound system hooked up in that bitch (the casket). I'm laying there wearing nothing but my purple gloves. I pull off them lace panties of hers and I'm about to hit her with a couple of Soul Shots when all of a sudden I hear...

"Extreeeeeeme"

Yeah, it's that damn Paul Heyman again, calling me and interrupting my dream time with the dead girlfriend. I answer the phone and acknowledge the match that he's given me for RTX. He tries to talk to me some more but I'm not in the mood. It's a pain in the ass trying to talk on a cellphone while you're buried alive in these caskets. I let him know that I'll contact him once I've reached the surface.

for now the Dean of Darkness must rest.

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