In Which He Reports on a Dream...

In Which He Reports on a Dream....

I had a dream last night that we'd hired the wrestler Sting to work for us. And when he showed up to work his first day, he was in dress code, except for the fact he was wearing his facepaint.

And not the Scary Mime face paint he stole from The Crow.

It was the old multicolored Eagle facepaint.

And I had to tell him that he couldn't wear that if he was going to work with us.

And he started crying.

I woke up feeling like an ass, like I'd done something horrible.

Still. If you can fight your way through a Ric Flair figure four, you can fight through being told to take your makeup off.

Seriously, dude. Do you think Gordon Sumner would cry that way?

Suck it up.