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in front of all of the boys while everyone was laughing at him, and he actually sat down in the lobby for a minute in his underwear. But while he was doing that, Hornswoggle used his key to get back in the room and he stole all of The Miz’s clothes, all of his towels, all of his sheets . . . everything! He even dumped more water on his bed and was back down before Miz got his new key. And Miz had no idea. Everyone goes back to their rooms to go pack, as we only had an hour or two at this point before we needed to leave, and Miz didn’t even realize all his stuff was gone. He fell asleep for a few hours, then woke up the next morning and realized he didn’t have any clothes. We made him sweat it out until we were about to leave before we told him where his clothes were. Man, the midget got him good.
    Permanent Ink
    Christian
    Don’t ever fall asleep first. If I had one piece of advice for future wrestlers traveling in groups, that would be it. The reason? I was on an airplane with the Hardys and Edge. We were all on a red-eye flight from Las Vegas to Chicago, and we might have all had a little too much to drink as they say, and the flight was pretty much empty, so we were all just hanging out in the back of the plane and having some laughs. Not anything crazy, but we were just all joking around and talking. I then made the mistake of thinking I was going to sit back and relax for a couple of seconds, but instead I ended up falling asleep. I woke up when we landed, and as I stood up, I started to notice people staring at me. I was like, “Hold on here a second, something is just not right.” Then I looked over at Matt and he had fallen asleep right after me, and I saw that they had taken a Sharpie and written all over his face with black ink. So I didn’t say anything to Matt, I just went into the bathroom, and of course, they had written all over my face with the same Sharpie. They had drawn the people’s eyebrow on me. They wrote “Dickface” across my forehead. So I go to the bathroom of the airplane and I’m trying to scrub as hard as I could to get all of this off my face. Of course, you just can’t do that great a job scrubbing the people’s eyebrow off your mug in an airplane bathroom, so when I come out, now I have marker smudged all over my face. I had to walk through the airport with Sharpie smeared everywhere, and I’m sure I didn’t look too great. But I did look better than Matt. Matt had no idea they had written on his face too. Not until he walked out into the airport and he realized everyone was staring at him. He finally put two and two together, that he fell asleep right after I did on the plane, and when he ran to the bathroom he found all the Sharpie drawings across his forehead too. And actually, remembering this story reminds me of something . . . I never got Edge back.
    Two-for-One
    Chavo Guerrero
    One of the things you always need to do is keep yourself occupied, keep yourself entertained. You’re always looking for something to do. That’s how the ribs come into play. Just the other day, I was checking into the hotel at three in the morning and I saw a bag on the ground. One of the guys had checked in right before us but left his Adidas bag at the counter. I saw this and I figured it had to be one of the wrestlers. I asked the person at the counter, “Who just checked in?” and they told me it was Evan Bourne, Miz, Kofi, and Hornswoggle. So I convinced the lady at the desk to give me their room number. Then I called the room and pretended to be the cops. I was like, “This is Sergeant Daniels, did somebody leave an Adidas bag down here?” Miz was like, “Yeah, we did.” So I told him, “Could the person whose bag it is come down and bring their ID with them? We found some illegal substances in the bag and we need to talk to you.”
    All of a sudden, they started freaking out and I could hear them arguing. “Did you put something in my bag?” “No!” “What are they talking