Almost started a fight at a christmas parade.
Two rednecks blabbing about Shane. One says something stereotypical about him watching games with Bahr now.
Simple question: So you think Shane went to hell, huh?
They freaked. Wanted to fight.
Fuck these assholes. Every last one of them. This makes me want to go rent a backhoe and dig his sorry ass up, use the scoop to bust his coffin open, and leave his worthless hull laying on the ground for the stray dogs to eat. All this would accomplish would be getting the ASPCA on my ass for trying to give stray dogs cancer, and I don't have the time to deal with them right now.
Bob Barker acts all high and mighty by demanding we get our animals spayed or neutered to control the stray population, but he gets pissy when a guy thinks outside the box and try's to thin them out with rapidly spreading cancer.
Mark my words; it's just a matter of time before one of these retards does some shitty drawing depicting the dead drunk and the poster child for USA Ultra Lights holding hands (or some other cheesy pose) and starts spreading it around on Facebook. I swear upon all I hold holy that the first person on my friends list that posts it will get a bag of Catfish's finest dropped at their front door.