A dirty spam series, for a dirty world.
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Hey look it's that SEXY MOTHERFUCKER ALFred Alfer, walking down those streets, smashing gaybo toilets and looking AT THE camera! "HELLO MY NAME IS ALFRED ALFER, AND THIS IS MY JOB!"
Suddenly, corny bluegrass blares as Mike Rowe narrates the intro while HIGH AS FUCK. "Alfred fucks the people who aren't afraid to get dirty." He said as he winked, eyes puffy and bloodshot. "On tonight's episode, we'll show you-"
"ME!-!-!" Alfred shouts at his FACE. Mike had a convulsion and belly flopped into Alfred's sewage leak. Alfred then stole Mike's hat and wiped his ass with it (his friendly neighbourhood homosexual pedophile pooped in his ass when he wasn't looking earlier.) He knew that he needed power, and lots of it. That meant that he must go train in the B-Ball Dimension to slam jam religiously in preparation for EVIL.
Mike knew what he had to do. "I must stop him," he said, as if he was in front of a live audience, "but I can't just quit my show, I can't go back to grandma prison . . ." The thought of those delicious old ladies made him involuntarily shudder. "Wait, I have an idea! I'll just sell out my show to Asspen and go on fighting Alfred in a new show!" He knew the American public well. If he managed to pitch it just right to Discovery Channel . . .
A smile crept to his face. "I think I'll call it `Kill Yr Dogs`."
He then squirmed into the sewer pipes like a big floppy dickfish, clogging straight to Philadelphia.
TO BE CONTINUED
