[nobodyhere]

I take Garp on pretty long walks/adventures through Minneapolis. Today, our walk took us through a *different* part of the city. Here's the conversation that transpired:

"Yo what kind of pit is that? That a red nose pit!"
I don't know. He's the pound kind.

"ah yeah that's cool. He stud? I got a red bitch at home."
No, he's neutered.

"I'll give you $200 and second pick."
No, he's neutered.

"Ain't gonna change your mind?"
His balls are cut off.

"Oh shit! He can't fight then huh?"
No. Bye.