The other day I interviewed a pussy, cat…

pussylove
Me: Heya pussy, cat
Cat: What’s your problem?
Me: Come on, don’t be a pussy. Move aside, you’re hiding the view.
Cat: What view? Trust me, nothing new under the pink.
Me: Under the sun, you mean.
Cat: Don’t fix me, I’m burning here with or without your sun.
Me: How dare you complain? That’s a cool job you got, keeping an eye on the pink treasures, two inches from paradise.
Cat: Yeh right, a real paradise…
Me: Are you denying it?
Cat: I don’t get you guys. What do you all want from the pussy anyway. A bunch of pink lips covering another set of pink lips covering another set. You tell me dude, wouldn’t you prefer a tasty babushka, made of chocolate?
Me: You don’t understand, it is sweeter than chocolate.
Cat: Oh yeh? And smells like teen spirit?
Me: Aha! Listening to Nirvana pussy? I mean cat.
Cat: I know what I like, now go away.
Me: Let me see the view first.
Cat: Go and buy a magazine or something, now let me do my job.
Me: Ok, ok…enjoy your day, cat.
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by Samarel

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