So, I got sucked into this whole Trish Stratus thing online. You know, the wrestler? Yeah, well, it wasn’t the wrestling that caught my eye. It was, uh, other things. Anyway, I found myself going down this rabbit hole, and I figured, why not document the whole glorious mess?
Started Simple Enough
It all began with a simple Google search. Just typed in “Trish Stratus,” you know, to refresh my memory about her wrestling days. But then, one image led to another, and before I knew it, I was staring at pictures that had very little to do with wrestling.
Deep Dive Time
I mean, really deep. I was using all sorts of search terms. “Trish Stratus hot,” “Trish Stratus bikini,” you name it, I typed it. I even tried “Trish Stratus wardrobe malfunctions,” which, if I’m being honest, was a whole new level of embarrassing, even for me.
The Archive
I started saving pictures. Lots of them. Folders within folders. It was like building a digital shrine to Trish Stratus’s… assets. I even found a few old videos. I mean old, like, grainy, low-resolution stuff, but hey, it was Trish.
- Folder 1: Early Years
- Folder 2: Prime Time
- Folder 3: Special Occasions
Hours, Dude, Hours
I’m not going to lie, I spent way too much time on this. We’re talking hours. Days, even. My wife started giving me weird looks. My kids started asking questions I couldn’t answer. But I was in too deep. I had to see it through.
The Result?
Well, I have a pretty extensive collection now, if you know what I mean. It’s organized, it’s thorough, and it’s… well, it’s something. Is it a good thing? Probably not. Did I learn anything? Not really. But hey, at least I have a story to tell. A really, really weird story.
So, yeah, that’s my Trish Stratus experience. Don’t judge me. Or do, I don’t care. I did what I did, and now it’s out there. Just thought I’d share my little journey with you all.
