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My cousin is half Mexican half Filipino. As a kid, I loved going to Conquering The Galaxy One Drink At A Time Mickey Darth Vader Shirt his house because they always had cockfights, the Mexican side of the family vs Filipino side. I realize how awful it is as an adult, but when you’re 10 you get so hyped. I’ll never forget the video I saw of a guy who walked into a store, took a can of mountain dew, walked outside and sat it on the ground. Waited for the cops to show up, and then rushed them. As a child: there’s no functional difference between this and pokemon and that’s awesome.

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I went once to see at a Conquering The Galaxy One Drink At A Time Mickey Darth Vader Shirt big fight (how the call) in Agoo They actually execute the loser at the end and they will eat it most of the time. Well, execute is an overstatement, more like let it slowly die in a corner without paying it any attention. On the other hand, they will go to great lengths trying to patch up the winner.  You kill the owner of the opposing cock and you immediately win that whole fight, it’s like hitting a home run if this was baseball. Unfortunately getting a gun as a chicken is next to impossible, even in America. Just like most of these bullshit laws, they’re really just there for humans.

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That was a different incident in California 9 years ago. Wouldn’t be surprised if there were lots of cockfighting fatalities in the Conquering The Galaxy One Drink At A Time Mickey Darth Vader Shirt history of the sport. Turns out, strapping razor blades onto fast and aggressive birds are extremely dangerous. This is what I thought of, I live in the county and remember this happening. I can’t say I wish death on someone but it seems like karmic justice. Yeah, it’s so their attacks shed blood. Normally they’d just claw and flap at each other, but those razors on their ankles fucking shred and drive the chickens wild with bloodlust. They spot some red or an open wound and they go ham.