The pair of fat bumders wouldn't have rescued it if it didn't give them another opportunity to bore everyone to death with their cock-infused ramblings.
'We've been married thirty-three years, blah, blah, blah.'
The reporter was the only one in the city who had the nerve to do a story about a gay dog, blah, blah, blah.'
'We've experienced so much ignorance and bigotry, blah, blah, blah.'
'We named him after Oscar Wilde, who is one of the most notoriously gay people in history, blah, blah, blah.'
Pathetic how every single thing in their life has to revolve around the fact that they're gay. No one gives a shit.
