Cash Money

Dig this. After winning the cage match my boys and me thought we'd get our fit up and roll in styles, you know. Straight pimpin' ain't always what players make it out to be. It ain't all blue skies and champagne. Check it, spinnin in our rims we see this store and we think we'd pop in and get a gift for our favorite Michael Pizza photog Andrea. She's the one that took this shot of us displaying our new found green see. This joint was a cool. It was a pet store in Lakeview called "Doggy in the window." We thought we'd get her a dog. Sure, we don't know if she's lergic to hounds or if the chick can handle a pouch but why not travel on an impulse and do what your heart tells you. The four stroll in and we're just scoping the little guys that are hoppin' and jumping round their cages like we got fuckin bacon in our pockets or something. Real cute shit. My boy Eric spots a nice little great Dane and makes claim that this is the dog. We were all lookin at him like he's got nuts for brains. This hound was the size of a boat. I could put hydraulics on this fella and stroll down Clark in front of iO and all my felines can jump and holla. Since instinct is the name of the day we buy that sucka's soul and ride with him in the car to Andrea's where we will introduce the bound to be new inseparable pair. No dice. Scuffle starts in the back. Seems that my boys Brett and Benjamillion are gigglin so much that the doggity gets real excited. This mammouth is movin. He ain's small I remind you. The seat is bouncin' in the front like there is a heavy weight kickin the seat in some mock child fit. We stop at a red light and I can't take it. I'm gettin' tossed around like raggedy Andy (which I was told I resemble). I open the door to get out and the dog jumps out and runs off into the black night. This mut ran fast. We drove around lookin' for him for a little while. No luck. If you find a great Dane running around Lakeview give Andrea a call. It's her dog.
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