Last night I was watching reruns of my favourite TV show 'Real Housewives of the 1950's' when I was interrupted by a phone call from the police. They told me that Mr.McNugget had been arrested on suspicion of buying and using drugs. I told them I knew nothing about it (a lie of course, Mr.McNugget's been hooked on cocaine for the past three years due to me failing to keep my stash well enough hidden). Anyway, they made me go down to the station to answer a few questions. The interrogation was intense:
"What is your name?"
"People call me Complainative Bastard."
"Are you the owner of this cat?"
"Unfortunately."
"Have you fed your cat any illegal substances in the last 24 hours?"
"No."
"Thank you, that will be all.You may take your cat and go."
"Alright then."
Wow. Didn't think I was going to make it through that alive. This is how Mr.McNugget looked when I picked him up: He insisted he didn't take anything but...
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