You may be wondering why I'm holding this cat with dashingly good looks.
I shall tell why.
So today I walked out to teh pool, as usual, to meet up with some azn niggas. One of my azn niggas had a cat in his hand. Naturally I wtfed. Turns out it was a lost cat with a collar so mah azn nigga decided to hold on to it for its owner. But he had to go home so somehow, i ended up holding it. I used to a 3-4lbs dog, so this fat cat was quite an experience. It tried to run away, but I subdued it with my infamous lockhold. It tried to maul BD, but BD was too BD for it. Some white lady finally comes and takes the cat.
White Lady: That's my cat. Thanks. Bye.
That's a quote. What a freakin hoe. I think her cat tore a hole in my chaqueta.
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