Brock Lesnar looks like he’s got the better of his diverticulitis. Watch him kill helpless Prairie dogs with high-caliber assault rifles.
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There’s a lot of mumbo jumbo leaving this dude’s mouth. Most of what Brock Lesnar says is pretty boilerplate “I feel good, I feel strong” and “I’m going to be UFC heavyweight champion…” blah blah blah
The real fun comes from watching him fire sniper rifles then seeing Prairie dogs jump up and die. When I first heard Lesnar yell “HA! I’m Brock Lesnar and I’m back,” in his raspy, diverticulitis-stricken voice, I actually thought to myself “Shit, this might be a waste of time.” Thank heavens that wasn’t entirely true. Aside from the guns, you see Lesnar eating meatball subs and beef jerky. It’s an uber-manly meal, but a sure fire way to inflame his less than awesome colon. That is unless he spit it right back out, to which I would say “Dude…”








