I Haint No Recalcitrant Underdog Among Hoi Polloi

Boot juiced abiding by ruff dogma, with joie de vivre, which oft times witnesses me being a decoy occasionally feigning tubby an Anchorite, ahoy! Life in the K9 corps aint so ease zee absolutely daunting, hence lemme share with ye haunting, and unnerving, the whee kid nasty, short, and brutish ways, and truth be told, I would rather be outwardly hidebound, gagged, and flagellated (threatened tubby slowly strangled to death by vee numb muss snakes, me scree ming bloody murder, sans resembling caduceus), or re peat head lee bitten (till death do me part) by vampire bats pre dominant lee inhabiting spooky attic, nee above cattle crying abattoir, bovines me ting grisly demise, cuz prowling the murderous gang infested mean streets - of corpse lee ving shot up desolation (think skidrow) role much more blood curdling, key ping adrenaline heart pounding, and sweat pouring directive he ping helplessness 'specially, when this gree gear re: us macho foo fighter, accompanied by my greatful dead cutting crew - on free key Friday the 13th assigned directive to man the most crime ridden, and be dev filled violent bailiwick, (donning head to toe bullet proof suited vests), nonetheless fraught with horrendously extreme difficulty, and more challenging, end during, and grueling than surviving training undertaking associated with elite military clique, and attendant rightfully earned linkedin prestige joining: Raiders of United States Marine Corp, Green Berets United States Army Special Forces, or Navy Seals.