Before heading to Leavenworth, Michael Vick left several personal items in a storage locker that he didn’t keep up with the payments. And so the contents of the locker went up for auction. Ooh! Is there a bong in there?
Since only five people showed up to the sale, a dude named Edward Howard says he was able to obtain the treasure trove of obscurities for a whopping ten bucks.
Now, Howard says he’s already made a few hundred bucks selling off some of Vick’s bedroom furniture and clothes on a street corner just a few days ago.
What Howard won’t sell are pictures of Vick with his first-born son Mitez, a signed football Mike gave the kid, and other baby memorabilia. [That's the most valuable stuff! -Ed.] Howard says he’d like to meet Vick some day to hand over the stuff personally.
This Howard guy DOES realize Vick’s in prison, yes? He’s all, “Yeah, it would be cool if Michael Vick could drop by to get his stuff.” And Michael Vick is like, “Yeah man, that would be cool. Dick.”

Tommy and the Rumblers kick ass
The radio show I work for interviewed this guy the other day.
http://82.165.149.221/CustFiles/wnor/39715.3902273148pod0924-7am1.mp3
Doesn’t seem like a complete douche.
Did he wash the activator juice out before he sold them?
Q. Who buys bedroom furniture on a street corner?
A. I’ll leave that to Tony Homo to answer
For Sale: Dignity
WHERE THE FUCK WAS MICHAEL VICK TO SAVE THE FUCKING FALCONS WHEN THE RUSSIANS FUCKING ATTACKED GEORGIA???
Mitez? How is that pronounced…silent z like St. Tropez? Two syllables like Cortez? Or pluralized, like mites? Or two separate words — Mighty Z?
“Yeah, it would be cool if Michael Vick could drop by to get his stuff.”
That, and a choke-rape in the shower.