Man, I was shaking my head when I got to the point where Linda ran out of the meeting crying. Are these guys trying to run a zoo? And saying that some of the animals don't count because 'technically' they live at another house, and are "just visiting", like my aunt does.
Damn, I knew I was witnessing a mistake when Hogan started taking unprotected chairshots to the head, but I never thought it would lead to a rooster...
I like the way the neighbors in the piece act like Hogan's abusing his celebrity to try and intimidate them. These aren't just average people that live in Hulk Hogan's neighborhood, they're as rich or richer than him. They're the ones trying to bully him.
Interestingly enough, the inspectors missed the most foul and nasty animal of Hogan's collection. I believe they call him "Knobbs".
"When did they pass a law that says the people who make my sandwich have to be wearing gloves? I'm not comfortable with this. I don't want glove residue all over my food; it's not sanitary. Who knows where these gloves have been?" - George Carlin
I love how any story involving a pro wrestler outside of wrestling HAS to include as many lame wrestling cliches as possible. Hogan finds himself in an "emotional smackdown" which may see him "go to the mat" for his animals, but "the match isn't over" yet. I wouldn't be surprised if the writer hadn't seen a pro wrestling show in at least 15 years, if ever.
Also, I think it's hilarious that Hogan had his red bandana on.
Not to turn this into any sort of theological debate, but you know, religion isn't an all-or-nothing kind of thing; there does exist an element of continual improvement, where some days you're on and some days you're off.