When I leave for work every morning, part of my routine was feeding the cat. Lately, Gancey Girlfriend has started doing it sometimes, so on those days, I just don't know what to tell Punk Ass (that's one of the cat's names) when she runs into the kitchen and jumps onto the counter looking at me all cute like I'm going to open up a can of wet food and plop it into a bowl for her. Instead, I've opted for hooking her up with some treats, which I sprinkle onto the granite for her. Yesterday morning, I had more sleep than I'm used to, was feeling a little giddy as a result, so I poured them out all gangster like I was at a titty bar (kitty bar?), saying "make it rain!"
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I was treating her more like a gangster treats a stripper, but don't sell yourself short. I'm sure you'd make a super-duper gangster.
OH! Like "Hundred dolla bills ya'll?"
See? Horrible.
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