I was driving to the store this weekend when I saw a couple black guys in their car. They had their music blaring, bass pumping, and their car was all lowered and covered in Gangsta dressing (you know what I mean, gold rims, gold trim, shitty car).

They were trying to look hard sitting low in the seats wearing their colors/bandanas etc. when we got to a red light, and a miniature poodle popped its head up from the back seat. Not even a real poodle, a miniature poodle.

It was that day that I realized Only a hard hittin' mofo can chauffeur a poodle with such menace.

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