my dog

"Hey dude my dogs so much better than your dog because he has a leather jacket badazzled with dimonds and rubys." Exclaimed strat. "Oh yah well my dog has a brazilain cofffe shop, in peru!" Caleb snapped back like a angrey wolf. Strat reishured. "My dog eats nails for breakfest and could beat up your dog anytime! So HA!" Caleb shock his head. "Don't you know my dog is a proffecinal UFC fighter and has never lost a match." "Oh yah that dosent even matter because my dog could easyly out run yours." Strat Blumeshed. "Hmmm, true but that wont help him when my dogs uber strong laser beams can travel at a catrillion miles per. hour." Caleb over embelished. "Yah that might be true but my dog can speak 7 languages and could call for back up." Strat said in a rude tone. "well my dog is the leader of the hells angles." Caleb yelled back. "Uhhhhh well... I can make better muffins than you." Caleb said. "I have never tried making muffins" Strat said "Oh well I got to go see ya." caleb replied. "Ok later."