Spike TV has nothin' on us. Their WWE is absolutely geriatric compared to our living room.
Tonight after their bath, they were going to watch Finding Nemo for the 9,327 th time. But something happened to them. They started channeling their inner Hulk Hogans.
They were all over the place. There was rolling and kicking and grabbing and laying on top of each other. They almost fell off the recliner because they were being so wild. At one point, Grace had Sam pinned up against the love seat and was smashing him. He got her back, though. After they got down onto the floor, he rolled over on top of her and stayed there.
I'm just glad there was no bleeding.
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