Bobby Roode

So it’s been awhile. I posted when I got back from vacation and for several weeks there was nothing. I see that some have been on and want to keep this place going. That works for me, but I’ve been in the hospital since Thursday night. My vision went completely black and for three days they couldn’t provide any relief. I finally have some relief now and if you guys would like to we can get things going again. That’s up to you guys.

I’m in if we do.

Same here.

//i’m trying to find out what’s going on with De. Hold tight.

//I’m worried too. This isn’t like her.

Any word?

BBQ still on?

I think so?

Dad wants to manage me. I hated to tell him no but I like bring a loner.

Good on you.

Anyone want to go see a movie?

No, I’m going drinking.

Beach day at Tybee Island

Bobby arrived at the beach with Tom and shrugged. “I didn’t either. I’m not complaining. See if you see a sign that says if we can swim.” Not that he cared. He was already pulling his shirt off. “Of course, I can swim. You think I”m a beached whale or something?” He chided him laughing. “Or man drowns other man for shits and giggles.” He responded back chuckling. 

Up too early with a lot on my mind.

What got ou up so early?

That’s no way to talk to the woman who signs your check.

Let her get fired. We won’t miss her.

Why are you whining about fighting him? It’s a tournament. You knew there was a chance of fighting each other when they released the brackets. Jeez.

Because he’s an idiot.

Watching a documentary on Ted Bundy.

He was a sick freak.