>The opening volley of somas for most of us was twelve. Shawn and I were working against each other, we would take 10 each and go to the ring. And the go-home cue was: I'm kickin'. We need to go.>I remember one time Kid showed up with this jug of phenobarbitals. I knew it was a barbiturate, but I didn't exactly know what that did. We're in Germany, and we've got a tag match first, and we're like... How much should we take?>This is what we actually came up with, this is the genius of all of us: Well each one's got 325 miligrams of caffeine, so it's not gonna knock us OUT out. I'm gonna go four. And I said, well, if you're gonna go four, I outweigh you by a hundred, so I'll go eight.>And we all took these like guinea pigs, just... We could've all died.Unironically what was the Kliq's fucking problem? This is not normal party behavior
