Jesus Christ on a popsicle stick, it's not as if the poor guy dressed as McGruff wasn't already suffering enough. First off, the dude was a cop. You can't tell me that his assignment to dog duty was not intended to punish and humiliate him to begin with. What did he do to deserve such cruelty, sleep with the chief's wife? Second of all, the air inside those McGruff suits hovers steadily around 5 bagillion degrees and smells like wet socks. (So I had a McGruff gig in college, what's it to ya?) Here's the deal: if you're dressed as McGruff the Crime Dog, you're already feeling suicidal and the last thing you need is some asshole to kick you when you're down. Shame on you, bus driver. Shame. On. You.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
McGruff-ed Up
A couple of days ago McGruff the Crime Dog was assaulted in our nation's capitol. Apparently, he was standing on a street corner, passing out flyers to children when a local bus driver stopped the bus, hopped off, adjusted his side view mirror, punched McGruff in the face, then got back on the bus and drove away. Whaaaaat???
Jesus Christ on a popsicle stick, it's not as if the poor guy dressed as McGruff wasn't already suffering enough. First off, the dude was a cop. You can't tell me that his assignment to dog duty was not intended to punish and humiliate him to begin with. What did he do to deserve such cruelty, sleep with the chief's wife? Second of all, the air inside those McGruff suits hovers steadily around 5 bagillion degrees and smells like wet socks. (So I had a McGruff gig in college, what's it to ya?) Here's the deal: if you're dressed as McGruff the Crime Dog, you're already feeling suicidal and the last thing you need is some asshole to kick you when you're down. Shame on you, bus driver. Shame. On. You.
Jesus Christ on a popsicle stick, it's not as if the poor guy dressed as McGruff wasn't already suffering enough. First off, the dude was a cop. You can't tell me that his assignment to dog duty was not intended to punish and humiliate him to begin with. What did he do to deserve such cruelty, sleep with the chief's wife? Second of all, the air inside those McGruff suits hovers steadily around 5 bagillion degrees and smells like wet socks. (So I had a McGruff gig in college, what's it to ya?) Here's the deal: if you're dressed as McGruff the Crime Dog, you're already feeling suicidal and the last thing you need is some asshole to kick you when you're down. Shame on you, bus driver. Shame. On. You.
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he deserves a sad trombone
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