It’s my birthday, I can blog if I want to

I stopped writing this blog last year because I was put into a coma by the Nexus. I came back because the Rock was around and we couldn’t just have Justin Roberts announce his name. I stuck around because I really wanted to see what R Truth was going to say next, and I couldn’t stop watching Sin Cara fall on his ass. And then my son in law had to go and fire me. 

Understandably, I’ve been a little upset. I mean, I know he only fired me on television and I’m still totally goddamn running things, but everyone is sort of buying that he’s in charge. Have you read the dirtsheets lately? They’re beginning to blame things on HHH and not me! They’re saying that HHH loves cruiserweights and ladies and tag teams and that’s why the show is full of them all of a sudden. 

Look, I want you to understand something. I will never not be in charge. 

To prove that, I flew The Rock to my house just so he could wish me a happy birthday. That’s right. I made him return the favour. We strung up balloons and everything. It was great.