Hello, Dog the Bounty Hunter here. I`ve gotten quite a few reports lately, about 50 to be exact. Speaking of 50, I like me some fiddy cent! Hrrmph, back to the case at hand.

I`ll need 4 volounteers to help me round up the local baddies roaming the streets of Queens, speaking of Queens, my buddy fiddy lives there.

Speaking of Fiddy, he was my long lost brother, but that ended abruptly one foggy night in downtown Queens. Fiddy was only armed with a record player and 40 hookers, not much of an arsenal considering he was up against the local mob boss, the one and only Roger Moore. I`ll tell you all about this horrific incident in a future memoir entitled: The duality of man, ghetto with a side of gospel.
Mr. Fiddy, I love you with all my heart, ghetto gospel.

Now run along and catch som baddies, especially you my gigantic titted wife. PS. (Beth, you know you`re my only gal)