klunderbunker
Welcome to My (And Not Sly's) House
So apparently I was supposed to go to some relative's wedding, but it turned out I was also related to Brock Lesnar, who was still an MMA fighter. I was invited to go to his fight with Alistair Overeem and hang out in the back with his wife (who was some black haired chef named Pat instead of Sable) and my cousins, one of whom might have been Harthan, and two others who were Ellen Page and Chris Jericho (didn't see either). I saw Brock get ready to fight but other than his wife, no one was allowed to go into the arena. I was going to load up a stream but for some reason the computers were needed for other stuff. Brock won but I slept through the fight. Then he dressed up like a monk, got amnesia, and gave me a high five.