Kevin
Riding my bicycle along
Hollywood Boulevard today
I saw him in the crowd – noticed
him instantly. When we reached
each other, I said hi and asked
if he would mind if I took his
photo.
“You want my photo?”
Yeah, I said. There’s nobody
like you.
“I know.” And he smiled for me
-although his face was
evidently destroyed by something-
and his mouth reconstructed.
I asked him what happened.
“Shot,” he said. “Shot in the
face.” He motioned a gun
at close range being shot
directly into his face.
Andyou survived that? I asked.
“No,” he said with a smile.
“I’m dead.”
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Michael Vick takes better care of dogs than my sister
I repeat.
Michael Vick takes better care of dogs than my sister.
Michael Vick “exercises” his dogs.
My sister doesn’t walk Happy even if I paid her to.
( my sister’s dog is named Happy…very Korean.)
My sister doesn’t clean nor wash Happy.
Michael Vick cleans his dogs. All that blood. Bleh…..
My sister treats Happy like a doll, just to be admired once in awhile but left on the shelf.
Michael Vick treats his dogs like prized dogs. Well only when they win. If they lose, its off to the glue factory. Still…some ATTENTION for his dogs.
Michael Vick went to jail for his crimes against dogs.
My sister should go to jail for her crimes against Happy.
People would kill to have a dog as a pet. Instead their parents take them to the annual street fair and wins them a fucking retarded reject goldfish that will die no matter what, not even saved from god’s grace.
People in North Korea would kill for a dog, too. 4 words to them: Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner, Leftovers.
Therefore…I am selling my dog off for the price of two pickled pickles and a 23 ounce jar of mayo. Not light. Heavy. A bed, leash, food, bowl, etc will all be accounted for when presented with the barter.
You can call my cell, but I its lost so i won’t pick up.
-DbL
