It's been awhile since we've had a good redneck story coming out of Arkansas. Glad the drought has finally broken:

18-year-old Eugene Weston Junior and his cousin planned to drown their pit bull in an old abandoned cotton gin across the street from their home.

The gin hadn't been used in more than 30 years and inside the pit was a thick combination of water, oil, diesel fuel, hydraulic fluid, and dirt. As the son looked into the eight to ten foot pit, he slipped and fell in.

The cousin ran for help and called 9-1-1. That's when the father, 42-year-old Eugene Weston Senior, jumped into the pit after his son.

The pit bull is still alive and unharmed.

But not for long I'd imagine. Trained fighting dogs, especially pit bulls, are not what you'd call "pet quality". The "training", if it can be called that when managed by such as these, would be just as vicious and cruel to a puppy as it would to a child.

I don't take pleasure in anyone's demise, but I can say that people such as this drowning in a pit full of oil, fuel, and chemicals certainly has a poetic ring to it.