Canine Clarification:

Mamoo: He is my puppet just like President Bush. Look at those squinty Hu-Man eyes. I will use these two to take the Hu-Man Race down. That’s what you get for allowing Michael Vick to live.

Michael Vick
HAHA!
Grrrrrrrrrr!
HAHA!

The Blogger Conspiracy

Me: I’m really a dog. You see I was born near a Nuclear Weapons Factory. The Nuclear waste seeped into my mother’s womb given me super powers. I can type & do many things like drive a car. I can take over the world for the Canines.

C.Rag a.k.a. Xenu: She’s a slut Hu-Man who needs to be killed before she breeds. If C.Rag was a dog she would be that slut dog who had so many litters her tits would drag on the ground.

AngryMan: He’s a wuss who will add to the downfall of you Hu-Mans because he’s a blood sucking lawyer.

Joey: He’s a Pole which is the worst kind of Hu-Man bred. I can sometimes use Mind Control Powers over him, because Poles are the easiest to control.

Mike: He’s a drunk who has a rat as a dog. He’s not threat to me because he’s friends with Mamoo.

Murk: He’s nuts & “says” he supports my cause. I believe he is a liar.

Aunt Ginny a.k.a The Pope: Murk must of killed her so she was reincarnated as the Pope.

Skye: She may live if I can lure her away from the dark side. I will have to keep a close eye on her since she was born an pussy.

Malach the Headless: It is gender confused. I will put its head on a female & male poles.

Sara Sue: She posts pictures of “my” tits. They were Joey’s. Poles are hairy.

That is all. I have cleared up everything for Hu-Man before I eat (not in the good way Sara Sue) you.

LONG LIVE THE REVOLUTION!

No Mormon Ninja Will Get Me

So, Mike and Carmen have a problem with Jesus Freaks.



















Apparently, they come by and harass them and force them to hide. I don't have that problem. Jesus Freaks don't come by my house anymore. You know why? Because I don't take any of their crap. They tried to come up once and press some of their crazy religion on me, but I didn't fall for it. I knew their insane Ninja tricks, and I didn't let them press their Ninja religion on me. I mauled like a mad man, and they don't come around here no more. Yeah, that's what happened. I tell you the truth. The Pope won't even come to my door now, smart man, for a child molester.

I will eat you all

I’m not Mitt Romney as some Bleeding Rag mentioned.
I’m not a freaking flea-bitten feline as some Angry Hu-Man mentioned.
I do not belong to anyone.
Everyone belongs to me.

It’s about time I make some clarifications. C.Rag is a slut. AngryMan is a toolbox. Joey is a kielbasa eater.

End of story.

There’s nothing left to see here.

Now go pee in your pants as you look at Stick-Figure Man.

LONG LIVE THE REVOLUTION!

THOMAS!

So I have a Hu-Man cousin who likes Thomas The Train thing a lot. This stupid kid Hu-Man goes ape crap over it. So I decided to us my mind control powers over the creator. This is my first result. Circuses are evil. Once I stop all circuses I will only have Hu-Man circuses & dress you up in tacky outfits like you do to us.

LONG LIVE THE REVOLUTION!

New Plan

I've decided that my revolution needs to take a new direction. Instead of just focusing on murders and heads on poles, I'm going to include brainwashing. I got the idea from this movie called Jesus Camp. In it, these weird looking fat people with moustaches brainwash kids to make them believe in something about a guy with a personality disorder who believed he was three different people. Anyway, these weirdos force kids to accept this guy as their savior by scaring the crap out of them. The weirdos tell the kids that if they don't believe in the guy with the personality disorder, they'll die and go to hell.
This was the part that I didn't understand. The guy in hell seems like he's pretty cool. He seems like the kind of guy who will let dogs chew rawhides with peanut butter all day. I mean, wouldn't you rather hang out with him than a guy who thinks he's three different people?
But I've gotten off track, let me get back to my point. The weirdos get all of the kids so dedicated and freakishly devoted to the personality disorder guy that they go up to complete strangers at bowling alleys and try to convert them to believe in the personality disorder guy. When I saw that, I realized that was true power. I also realized that if I could harness that devotion, I could infiltrate the Hu-Mans' home through their children. The Hu-Mans would have no idea what was going on until it was too late! The Hu-Mans won't have any idea what 'em! It'll be perfect.
I figure it ought to be easy to take over the weirdos operation thanks to the hits they've taken lately. The weirdos are so desperate that they'll believe in anyone right now, I won't have any problem taking over their operation.