"One morning I woke up and found my favorite pigeon, Julius, had died. I was devastated and was gonna use his crate
as my stickball bat to honor him. I left the crate on my stoop and went in to get something and I returned to see
the sanitation man put the crate into the crusher. I rushed him and caught him flush on the temple with a titanic
right hand. He was out cold, convulsing on the floor like an infantile retard."



I dedicate this thread to the many mellifluous sayings imparted to us by the world’s great sage, Mike Tyson. Post your favorite one!

This thread sucks by the way.

Not as much as Mike Tyson.

That's what I thought until I heard him talk about his pigeon Julius. I spent my time psychoanalyzing him, and I have concluded he is a misunderstood individual. His aggression is caused by the death of his pigeon.

The man has hundreds of pigeons. He was in the news recently because of that.

Pigeons are a peaceful creature, and Mike Tyson is the owner of pigeons. He is clearly selfsame to the pigeon, a kindred spirit of kindliness, overtaken by the demons of childhood sorrow.



In case I'm scaring the **** out of you, allow me to notify you I'm kidding.

What I would have given for that garbage man to be a martial artist expert and kick the **** out of Tyson.

Tyson has lost his mind. Too many blows to the head.

Dear Mr. Tyson, please disregard anything I've said about you. It's false and I don't want to be killed by you and your messed up mind. Thanks.