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The Story of Cecil The Smoking Pup.....
Here is the story (condensed version) of Cecil:
He used to be a good dog. Fetched, begged, rolled over....the whole shebang. Until one day, he just got fed up with the whole thing. He had to go his own way. He was one of those rebellious souls who always challenged authority.
"A leash? FUCK DAT!", he said one day. His high-strung, sorority-sister of an owner stood there, stunned. "But Punkin, it's Louis Vuitton.", she uttered.
"Punkin?! What kinda fruity ass, pole-smokin' name is Punkin?", he shouted. "From now on, you call me by the name I was given at Uncle Bill's.....Cecil......BITCH!"
A lot of the in-between details get fuzzy, but to make a long story short, we crossed paths about a few weeks ago. He was staying with this yorkie/rat terrier mix bitch up in Broad Ripple. He was down on his luck. Finding work as a struggling TV commercial actor just wasn't making ends meet. Well, after an all-night bender at Landshark's and The Vogue, he flagged me down for a ride home.
"Too many fake fucks in da Ripple, my guy!", he said as he was hopping into the back seat of my cab. Well, we got to talking about broads, and he helped me kill my last few cigarettes. During that time, we seemed to click. He needed a paying gig, and I needed some extra security for my Fubar blog and profile.
Pretty sweet deal. All he needs is a carton of Pall Mall's, a bag of Pupperoni's, and an occassional whiff of ass from some of the Beech Grove bitches. He has a foul mouth, and a 2 pack a day habit, but he's loyal, he's painfully honest, and he's a pretty good spell-checker.
"I before E, mothafucka!"......."Thanks Cecil, here's chicken nugget"
Anyways, it's a great working relationship, and now I can concentrate on creating great blog entries, without the worries and hassles of the upkeep of such a huge responsibility. Thanks, Cecil. Keep up the good work.
