Tomorrow morning we leave for Vegas to pick apart the topic of fight bust dogs in one of the strangest, most artificial environs known to modern man. Why not? It makes perfect sense. No matter how the meeting comes out, no one can harsh our mellow or kill our happy buzz … Miss Frida hit the Jackpot and is in her new home this week, and all the bully gods are slam dancing in the heavens to celebrate.

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