PWD PWD 1054: The Road to SummerSlam

[RollSonnenRoll]

Nacho is gone. Went outside to check on him and he was inside his shell dead. He was only out there an hour. I was trying to stay positive but I could see the spark in his eye wasn't there this morning. People say reptiles don't have much personality but I think those people just don't have the eyes to see. Nacho really was a sweet tortoise. His house was by the entrance to the kitchen from the living room so he saw us everyday and would climb the walls in our direction hoping for a neck scratch or some food especially his favorite - blueberries. He really loved us petting him. He would expose his neck for us to scratch him and that was a big sign he trusted us.

We got him April 2020. That was a particularly brutal year for me. That was the year before I finally got sober and I was drinking everyday, sick mentally and physically. But I felt that getting a tortoise was s good thing for me to do so after like a year of contemplation I got him. And I made the right choice. That whole year I was in between worlds. A living hell in my mind. On the edge of my limits. And while I was fighting to not lose my mind I would sit in front of his house and watch him. Sometimes for hours and his calmness and gentleness would help me. My mom died toward the end of 2020 from meth and other drugs. Her intestines rotted away and she was in the ICU for 30 day before she died alone because quarantine. I got the news and I went and sat and looked at Nacho. A little tortoise the size of your hand made me feel like things were going to be OK. Another time I had something weighing me down for almost a decade. A mistake I made that I couldn't forgive myself for. I was sitting and watching Nacho and I got the urge to pray and ask for forgiveness. I could barely finish the thought and that unmistakable divine warmth washed over me. I've detoxed from alcohol and would watch him to keep me calm. My mind races a mile a minute. It never stops from the moment I wake up to the moment I close my eyes. And he was the opposite. Slow and deliberate and gentle. Everything eventually got better and the past 16 months have been the best time in my life. It all started around when I got this little guy. He only had three moves but dammit he got them all in. These Indy tortoises could learn a thing or three from Nacho. He was exactly what I needed when I needed it. I'm grateful for the 2 years I had with him. Who would have thought a tiger and a tortoise could become best friends.

Spoiler

I know that he knew how much he meant

 

[Batjester]

Nacho is gone. Went outside to check on him and he was inside his shell dead. He was only out there an hour. I was trying to stay positive but I could see the spark in his eye wasn't there this morning. People say reptiles don't have much personality but I think those people just don't have the eyes to see. Nacho really was a sweet tortoise. His house was by the entrance to the kitchen from the living room so he saw us everyday and would climb the walls in our direction hoping for a neck scratch or some food especially his favorite - blueberries. He really loved us petting him. He would expose his neck for us to scratch him and that was a big sign he trusted us.

We got him April 2020. That was a particularly brutal year for me. That was the year before I finally got sober and I was drinking everyday, sick mentally and physically. But I felt that getting a tortoise was s good thing for me to do so after like a year of contemplation I got him. And I made the right choice. That whole year I was in between worlds. A living hell in my mind. On the edge of my limits. And while I was fighting to not lose my mind I would sit in front of his house and watch him. Sometimes for hours and his calmness and gentleness would help me. My mom died toward the end of 2020 from meth and other drugs. Her intestines rotted away and she was in the ICU for 30 day before she died alone because quarantine. I got the news and I went and sat and looked at Nacho. A little tortoise the size of your hand made me feel like things were going to be OK. Another time I had something weighing me down for almost a decade. A mistake I made that I couldn't forgive myself for. I was sitting and watching Nacho and I got the urge to pray and ask for forgiveness. I could barely finish the thought and that unmistakable divine warmth washed over me. I've detoxed from alcohol and would watch him to keep me calm. My mind races a mile a minute. It never stops from the moment I wake up to the moment I close my eyes. And he was the opposite. Slow and deliberate and gentle. Everything eventually got better and the past 16 months have been the best time in my life. It all started around when I got this little guy. He only had three moves but dammit he got them all in. These Indy tortoises could learn a thing or three from Nacho. He was exactly what I needed when I needed it. I'm grateful for the 2 years I had with him. Who would have thought a tiger and a tortoise could become best friends.

Spoiler

I'm really sorry to hear that man. My heart goes out to you.

 

[Jobber]

RIP Nacho

 

[deezy]

 

[Pittie Petey]

Nacho is gone. Went outside to check on him and he was inside his shell dead. He was only out there an hour. I was trying to stay positive but I could see the spark in his eye wasn't there this morning. People say reptiles don't have much personality but I think those people just don't have the eyes to see. Nacho really was a sweet tortoise. His house was by the entrance to the kitchen from the living room so he saw us everyday and would climb the walls in our direction hoping for a neck scratch or some food especially his favorite - blueberries. He really loved us petting him. He would expose his neck for us to scratch him and that was a big sign he trusted us.

We got him April 2020. That was a particularly brutal year for me. That was the year before I finally got sober and I was drinking everyday, sick mentally and physically. But I felt that getting a tortoise was s good thing for me to do so after like a year of contemplation I got him. And I made the right choice. That whole year I was in between worlds. A living hell in my mind. On the edge of my limits. And while I was fighting to not lose my mind I would sit in front of his house and watch him. Sometimes for hours and his calmness and gentleness would help me. My mom died toward the end of 2020 from meth and other drugs. Her intestines rotted away and she was in the ICU for 30 day before she died alone because quarantine. I got the news and I went and sat and looked at Nacho. A little tortoise the size of your hand made me feel like things were going to be OK. Another time I had something weighing me down for almost a decade. A mistake I made that I couldn't forgive myself for. I was sitting and watching Nacho and I got the urge to pray and ask for forgiveness. I could barely finish the thought and that unmistakable divine warmth washed over me. I've detoxed from alcohol and would watch him to keep me calm. My mind races a mile a minute. It never stops from the moment I wake up to the moment I close my eyes. And he was the opposite. Slow and deliberate and gentle. Everything eventually got better and the past 16 months have been the best time in my life. It all started around when I got this little guy. He only had three moves but dammit he got them all in. These Indy tortoises could learn a thing or three from Nacho. He was exactly what I needed when I needed it. I'm grateful for the 2 years I had with him. Who would have thought a tiger and a tortoise could become best friends.

Spoiler

Fuck man, Im so sorry, I freaking hate to hear this
This guy obviously meant a lot to you and helped you a lot, I genuinely hope you can stay strong andd dont backslide due to this
Love ya, brother

 

[Pittie Petey]

Im over here about to cry over a turtle I never even met, what a freakin softie I am

 

[deezy]

I'd offer her an NDA

 

[moonwolf]

Im over here about to cry over a turtle I never even met, what a freakin softie I am

its ok to let it out, pete.
Nacho was family.

 

[moonwolf]

Nacho is gone. Went outside to check on him and he was inside his shell dead. He was only out there an hour. I was trying to stay positive but I could see the spark in his eye wasn't there this morning. People say reptiles don't have much personality but I think those people just don't have the eyes to see. Nacho really was a sweet tortoise. His house was by the entrance to the kitchen from the living room so he saw us everyday and would climb the walls in our direction hoping for a neck scratch or some food especially his favorite - blueberries. He really loved us petting him. He would expose his neck for us to scratch him and that was a big sign he trusted us.

We got him April 2020. That was a particularly brutal year for me. That was the year before I finally got sober and I was drinking everyday, sick mentally and physically. But I felt that getting a tortoise was s good thing for me to do so after like a year of contemplation I got him. And I made the right choice. That whole year I was in between worlds. A living hell in my mind. On the edge of my limits. And while I was fighting to not lose my mind I would sit in front of his house and watch him. Sometimes for hours and his calmness and gentleness would help me. My mom died toward the end of 2020 from meth and other drugs. Her intestines rotted away and she was in the ICU for 30 day before she died alone because quarantine. I got the news and I went and sat and looked at Nacho. A little tortoise the size of your hand made me feel like things were going to be OK. Another time I had something weighing me down for almost a decade. A mistake I made that I couldn't forgive myself for. I was sitting and watching Nacho and I got the urge to pray and ask for forgiveness. I could barely finish the thought and that unmistakable divine warmth washed over me. I've detoxed from alcohol and would watch him to keep me calm. My mind races a mile a minute. It never stops from the moment I wake up to the moment I close my eyes. And he was the opposite. Slow and deliberate and gentle. Everything eventually got better and the past 16 months have been the best time in my life. It all started around when I got this little guy. He only had three moves but dammit he got them all in. These Indy tortoises could learn a thing or three from Nacho. He was exactly what I needed when I needed it. I'm grateful for the 2 years I had with him. Who would have thought a tiger and a tortoise could become best friends.

Spoiler

i still remember when u were discerning on whether to buy a tortoise
what kind u should get
looking into breeders
and how excited and happy u were to finally have him.

i loved watching him grow up
and watching you grow into the person you've become
all thanks to that lil tortoise.

RIP Nacho

 

[Blunderbuss]

Im over here about to cry over a turtle I never even met, what a freakin softie I am

That little fella touched a lot of lives

 

[PRIDEWASBETTER]

Nacho is gone. Went outside to check on him and he was inside his shell dead. He was only out there an hour. I was trying to stay positive but I could see the spark in his eye wasn't there this morning. People say reptiles don't have much personality but I think those people just don't have the eyes to see. Nacho really was a sweet tortoise. His house was by the entrance to the kitchen from the living room so he saw us everyday and would climb the walls in our direction hoping for a neck scratch or some food especially his favorite - blueberries. He really loved us petting him. He would expose his neck for us to scratch him and that was a big sign he trusted us.

We got him April 2020. That was a particularly brutal year for me. That was the year before I finally got sober and I was drinking everyday, sick mentally and physically. But I felt that getting a tortoise was s good thing for me to do so after like a year of contemplation I got him. And I made the right choice. That whole year I was in between worlds. A living hell in my mind. On the edge of my limits. And while I was fighting to not lose my mind I would sit in front of his house and watch him. Sometimes for hours and his calmness and gentleness would help me. My mom died toward the end of 2020 from meth and other drugs. Her intestines rotted away and she was in the ICU for 30 day before she died alone because quarantine. I got the news and I went and sat and looked at Nacho. A little tortoise the size of your hand made me feel like things were going to be OK. Another time I had something weighing me down for almost a decade. A mistake I made that I couldn't forgive myself for. I was sitting and watching Nacho and I got the urge to pray and ask for forgiveness. I could barely finish the thought and that unmistakable divine warmth washed over me. I've detoxed from alcohol and would watch him to keep me calm. My mind races a mile a minute. It never stops from the moment I wake up to the moment I close my eyes. And he was the opposite. Slow and deliberate and gentle. Everything eventually got better and the past 16 months have been the best time in my life. It all started around when I got this little guy. He only had three moves but dammit he got them all in. These Indy tortoises could learn a thing or three from Nacho. He was exactly what I needed when I needed it. I'm grateful for the 2 years I had with him. Who would have thought a tiger and a tortoise could become best friends.

Spoiler

My heart's broken for you, Rex. RIP Nacho. Going to that big beach in the sky.

 

[El Dandy]

Nacho is gone. Went outside to check on him and he was inside his shell dead. He was only out there an hour. I was trying to stay positive but I could see the spark in his eye wasn't there this morning. People say reptiles don't have much personality but I think those people just don't have the eyes to see. Nacho really was a sweet tortoise. His house was by the entrance to the kitchen from the living room so he saw us everyday and would climb the walls in our direction hoping for a neck scratch or some food especially his favorite - blueberries. He really loved us petting him. He would expose his neck for us to scratch him and that was a big sign he trusted us.

We got him April 2020. That was a particularly brutal year for me. That was the year before I finally got sober and I was drinking everyday, sick mentally and physically. But I felt that getting a tortoise was s good thing for me to do so after like a year of contemplation I got him. And I made the right choice. That whole year I was in between worlds. A living hell in my mind. On the edge of my limits. And while I was fighting to not lose my mind I would sit in front of his house and watch him. Sometimes for hours and his calmness and gentleness would help me. My mom died toward the end of 2020 from meth and other drugs. Her intestines rotted away and she was in the ICU for 30 day before she died alone because quarantine. I got the news and I went and sat and looked at Nacho. A little tortoise the size of your hand made me feel like things were going to be OK. Another time I had something weighing me down for almost a decade. A mistake I made that I couldn't forgive myself for. I was sitting and watching Nacho and I got the urge to pray and ask for forgiveness. I could barely finish the thought and that unmistakable divine warmth washed over me. I've detoxed from alcohol and would watch him to keep me calm. My mind races a mile a minute. It never stops from the moment I wake up to the moment I close my eyes. And he was the opposite. Slow and deliberate and gentle. Everything eventually got better and the past 16 months have been the best time in my life. It all started around when I got this little guy. He only had three moves but dammit he got them all in. These Indy tortoises could learn a thing or three from Nacho. He was exactly what I needed when I needed it. I'm grateful for the 2 years I had with him. Who would have thought a tiger and a tortoise could become best friends.

Spoiler

So sorry man. I’ve lost a tortoise before too. They’re such awesome, chill animals. RIP Nacho

 

[Frank23]

This Goldberg documentary needs better people being interviewed.

 

[Frank23]

 

[Pittie Petey]

Big Tony booking Cody a flight outta town

 

[Frank23]

 

[Pittie Petey]

This Goldberg documentary needs better people being interviewed.

Im watching the Undertaker one, just trying to see some early territories footage

They already showed The Sheik in Houston, that was cool

 

[RollSonnenRoll]

This Goldberg documentary needs better people being interviewed.

If it’s not Bischoff, Nash or Bret then I don’t wanna hear it

 

[Pittie Petey]

Steve Simpson!
Theres a blast from the past

 

[Pittie Petey]

Googled pics of that pretty midget i saw the other night and whats the first pic that pops up?
Of fucking course!
This guy really plays for keeps...