Brain Splatter

"Now to make a dog mean enough to kill a sweet little puppy like Rags, we have to abuse them since they were born. We constantly beat them, feed them only raw meat stuffed with steroids and crack, and then to make them extra mean we only play music for them that was made by other pro athletes like myself. That usually gets them really extra angry and in the mood to fight."

"Now you may ask yourself why I, Michael Vick, over-rated quarterback for the Atlanta Falcons who has never won the big game and frequently chokes under pressure, would let some of his homies raise fighting dogs on his expansive estate? I mean, it's not like I need the cash. I get paid way more than I deserve, considering I am not really that good a quarterback and just run alot. I sell a lot of shoes and other swag with my name, picture and number on it, or at least I used to. There is really no logical reason for me to do this, except for the fact that I have a small penis, limited intellect, and like to see things tear each other apart. I might say that it is part of my "culture" but please don't believe that. I just want to pretend that I am a thug and keepin' it real. It may also be that while I was playing at being a 'gangsta', I got in with some real gangsters and I got a little scared. After-all, on the football field, my best move is to run away like a little bitch, but when a guy holds a gun to your head and "suggests" that having dog fights on your property is a good idea, well, even a retard like me can agree with that."

"Well, Mutilator is all frothed up and ready for some killing, so say goodbye to Rags, and to me, because I am going to prison soon where hopefully my anus will be more torn up than Rags is about to be. Goodnight America."

Laterzzz...

// posted by Biff Manly @ 8:51 PM