This blog has gone to the.....I just can't.

"Dribble? Naw, I wouldn't say Spike here is a good dribbler. Drool, now, that's another story..."

"Master or no master, next time he pours Afro-Sheen in my Kibble&Bits I'm biting his nads off."

Novice white rapper Brad "Whitey-One-Bite" Zirklow and his posse, Rex.

Johnson Products had one of their rare losers with 'Arfro-Sheen'.

One thing Lem Murpheson, chief dog handler at the Mississippi State Prison was always famous for; his droll sense of humor.

"Yo! I put the 'bitch' in BEEE-YATCH and the 'dog' in DAWWWWG! But my flava, sadly, be far from fresh."

"What's that, Scooby?"
"RUNCE ROO RO BRACK, ROO REVER ROW BACK!"
"I'm sorry, that makes no sense to me whatsoever."

"What's his name? Charles Bark-ley! AHHAHAHAHAHA! Oh, I just break myself up!"

"Well, his jump shot may not be all that great, but he's chased more pussy than Wilt Chamberlain! Caught a few, too!"

"I can't figure out where I went wrong training Stefan, here. Oh, he'll roll over just fine, and play dead like a champ. But every time I yell "Stefan, Fetch it, boy!", he bites me right in the ass."

Sadly, Michael Jackson can only afford a veterinarian plastic surgeon these days.