This flake of a worthless human being is totally deserving of the shit-storm he’s going to receive. Why the hell would you go to a pound, get a dog, then say you give him a “choice” of picking him or a different owner? How did that work? Hey Bronson, I dig ya and all, but I think that you may be happier with someone else. Let me take you back to the pound so you can pick. Oh wait, you followed me after I took off from the pound and I accidentally hit you with my car but it’s only because you were a product of the environment so let me take you to LA and leave you there for someone else to pick since you’re a stray and sometimes strays just move on anyway.

This freakin’ moron… I just don’t have anymore words on how to describe him. It just doesn’t make sense. I love the last part of the interview clip though – really sets this guy up as to whom he really is as a, ahem, person.

Check out the clip: