Brah

Why's Dog the Bounty Hunter gotta go dropping 'N' bombs all over for? I loved that dude! His biography is a page turner, and that's mostly due to me pausing every couple chapters to remark to myself, "I think he fucking wrote this himself". There's no other author listed, which doesn't mean anything, but if this was written by another, than that person was able to really capture the Dog's voice, cigarette rasp and all. To the point about him slurring up the phone lines...I understand moments of frustration where you are so raged that you want to come with a verbal assault that will make the focus of your anger have no doubt that you're red lining, but you just can't deliver an 'N' blast at any point. The anger didn't bring that word out, your brain did when it clicked through how it feels about an entire race of people. For me those situations normally end with a hard consonant word which is not entirely different in sound from the word 'bunt'. By no means am I trying to say it's okay to use the cousin of bunt, but I am trying to say that I do. The part of this Dog thing that smells like the day after a frat party inside Lindsay Lohan's cousin of bunt, is that right during the call, Dog says something to the effect of 'I hope this doesn't end up in the Enquirer'. Who breaks the story with audio? The National Enquirer! In Dog's defense, no way he's getting a Klan hood over that tribal, white trash, Pompadour.