Oh, holy shit.
Oh, I am fucking stoned like Mother Teresa.
This is fucking great. Honestly, there’s nothing like just loungin’ at home and hanging out with your dog… while he fights another dog to the death while I place bets with this Taiwanese bookie I found in an alley.
Bookie: (flashes large wad of cash) Di mei mao!
Slow your roll, my hairy-moled friend. And get that boom mike outta here. I wanna soak in the atmosphere and shit. What I like about this dogfighting ampitheater I had custom built are the sight lines. Everyone’s got a good view of the fight and shit. (takes bong hit) God, this feels great. Can someone get me a mai tai or a similar rum drink. Mr. Bookie man, would you mind doublin’ as like, a waiter?
Bookie: (pulls revolver) Di mei mao!
All right! All right! Shit. I’ll have Marcus get it. He ain’t doin’ shit. Okay, let’s get these bitches goin’. Who wants to tango with my Priscilla? She the baddest motherfuckin’ rottweiller/pit bull/doberman/German Shepard mix that ever was. She’s Jaws with paws, bitches. That was the tagline to that movie “Man’s Best Friend,” but that shit is mine now.
(A succession of fresh-faced college students bring their dogs around)
Hoo hoo! Look at these tomato cans. Motherfucker, you should just name that bitch Science Diet, cause that’s what Priscilla’s gonna turn her into. God, I fucking love my life. Can’t nobody do what I do: run a huge mid-Atlantic dog-fighting ring while nicely toasted and have no one be wise to it.
Bookie: Di mei mao!
That’s it, folks! The time for placin’ bets is fuckin’ over. Now it’s time for some high-end canine Kumite shit. What’s the name of Priscilla’s victim this evening? Lucille? Oh, that’s fucking rich. Two bitches goin’ at it hard. I wonder: can two dogs have a catfight?
Hang on. I just dazzled myself.
Inspector Todd: Vick!
The fuck is that?
Inspector Todd: Where is that motherfuckin’ Vick?!
Inspector Todd: The fuck are you doin’, Vick?!
Shit, I’m hallucinating again. Who laced my shit?! Inspector Todd from the “Beverly Hills Cop” films is back again!
Inspector Todd: You goddamn right I’m back. What the fuck are you having a fucking dog fight here for, motherfucker?
You’re not here! I’m not listening! You’re really actor Gilbert R. Hill and shit!
Inspector Todd: The fuck I am.
Inspector Todd, I don’t know why you have to use so much profanity.
Inspector Todd: You been holdin’ illegal fucking dogfights in this fucking state for too long, Vick!
It wasn’t my idea! It was Marcus’! You know he’s the violent one!
Inspector Todd: Don’t fuckin’ lie to me!
What’s the problem? We’re havin’ fun and shit! Ain’t nobody getting hurt. Except the dogs.
Inspector Todd: And what the fuck you need to bet on this shit for?!
I dunno. Flash money.
Inspector Todd: Oh, I see. Flash money. Let’s see. $2,000 for a suit. $500 for a tie. A requisition order for a Ferrari. The fuck you need all this shit for?
Oh, please don’t hurt me, Inspector Todd! I was just trying to make things happen like I always do! I’m gonna change! I swear! I ain’t gonna smoke any more laced dope. And I’m gonna stop hanging out with the wrong crowd.
Bookie: Di mei mao!
Except Lo Tan. He and I are tight.
Inspector Todd: This is your last chance, Vick. You’re a talented QB, but I’m tired. I’m tired of watchin’ you fuck up again and again. I’m tired of this shit. You hear me? Fuckin’ tired.
Okay. Okay! I promise I’ll quit! No more! I swear! I just wanna hang, Inspector Todd! Inspector Todd? Inspector Todd, where’d you go? Lo Tan, you see a really angry black man screaming at me in here just now?
Bookie: Di mei mao!
No? So it was all in my head? Phew! Man, that was fucking trippy. Okay, Priscilla. Go tear that bitch’s head off.
Photo courtesy of The Onion.
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