Stopped at a traffic light this AM, and a car with a pit bull in it pulled up next to mine. The dog immediately started barking at me, even though I had the windows rolled up and wasn't doing anything more aggressive than frantically pushing radio buttons to get off the station playing Neil Diamond that I'd, uh, accidentally tuned in. More likely, I'd violated the dog's zone of aggression, which probably has something like a 120' radius.
I have the same opinion of pit bull owners as I do of people who own .50 caliber Desert Eagle handguns: y'all are seriously overcompensating. I know, I know: there are responsible pit bull owners out there. Something tells me this guy - yakking on a cell phone while his dog lunged precariously out the passenger side window at passers by - wasn't one of them. As the wannabe badass' dog of choice, you're not going to see many pit bull owners who aren't either a) poser thugs or b) trailer park meth dealers. You guys aren't tough. A tough man can walk a poodle, a chihuahua, and a Pomeranian down the street at the same time without anyone laughing at him.
Back to the guy with the pit bull in the car next to me this morning: nothing tops off that smooth criminal motif like the mustard yellow Volvo you were driving. Damn it feels good to be a gangsta.
Big ups for giving us Chihuahua walkers the shout out. I've gotten word out through the network. When the day of the revolutions comes, the Chihuahuas will spare you and your family.
I cannot begin to describe what a relief it is to hear you say that.
See, now I want to buy a pit bull. Damn you.
Don't do it Mace, you'll end up as a dentist on a Harley...
Word is bond, yo.
"Real gangstas a'int gotta flex nuts; cause everybody knows they got'em."
- Ghetto Boys