Jim was visiting from Vegas this past weekend with what he says is his dog, Chooch, a Jack-a-Poo or something "creative" like that. I'm not really convinced that this creature is actually a dog, but rather the love-child product of a drunken night that Don King had with a crack ho in some alley. Jim truly believes that his Chooch is so ugly that he's automatically cute! I just don't think I'd go quite that far in describing it.
Oh wait, that isn't Chooch! Here he is...
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