Well, it's been a helluva month here at Mangy Central . . . the Mangy Labs are getting closer to cloning me, Chad and I have been frequently performing in front of nobody, and I finally moved out of Mr. Riden's house.

I had been infesting Chad's house since last summer, the victim of circumstances beyond my control. I told Chad that I had been evicted, but in actuality, I had killed a man with my bare hands, and needed a place to lay low for awhile. Thankfully, another man was convicted for the crime, and I'm pleased to announce that the coast has now cleared.

There are many things that I will miss about living with Chad . . . for example, the shelter. If it wasn't for Mr. Riden, I would be a homeless ne'er-do-well bum, instead of just a ne'er-do-well bum. I will also miss the food and the high-speed internet access. I will miss prancing around in his girlfriend's underwear when they were at work. Ah, memories.

Chad Riden, in spite of his cold black dark evil supremely unfunny soul, is a good guy. He certainly helped me when I needed it, and I hope to pay him back someday. Not with money, but maybe a firm handshake or something like that.

Please understand, this does not mean that MangyDog is cutting down. If anything, we can give you more content since we won't be interrupted by constant fisticuffs. Ah yes, this summer promises to be the Summer of Mange, a glorious time in which we make the masses laugh, and the Gospel According to Mange is spread throughout America's heartland, and people buy me food and beer for no known reason. At least, that's my prayer.

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WOOHOO!

This is the MangyDog, over and out.