I was actually at the movie Thanksgiving on Saturday night. As I walked out I checked my phone to see South Carolina lost to Clemson (they cheated). And right then my nephew texted me, "Son of a bitch!" I was like, "Well, at least they didn't blown out." But he wasn't watching the game, he was watching Survivor Series and clued me in. LTR was at his grandparents' house for the night and since he doesn't have social media, he didn't know. So when he got home on Sunday I played it off like I wanted him to see the super RKO Orton hit at the end of the match and didn't tell him about Punk.
He marked out big time. I can only assume all week at school he's been like, "Wearing uniforms is a form of oppression and I'm sick of grabbing at your "honor roll" brass rings! Tell me when I'm telling lies!"