To be considered domesticated, a population of animals must have their behavior, life cycle, or physiology systemically altered as a result of being under human control for many generations. Animals included in this list that do not fully meet this criterion are designated "captive-bred" or semi-domesticated. The term domestic animal applies to domesticated animals that actually live in physical proximity to humans, such as pets and guard animals, or even food species kept very close, e.g. to live on domestic food scraps and/or so their body heat can be used as 'stable heating'. This meaning of a critter is from Wikipedia.
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Speaking of critter, Nicole Davis, aka, Nikki X, aka, PPX, was my cub back in the days. I had that dumb bitch domesticated.
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I had a holding pen that I used to break the dumb bitch down!
PHOTO COURTESY OF www.sambar.com.au/jsps/product-31.html
I wacked that bitch with "butch" (my whip). I had to keep that bitch in her place.
And I used "judge judy" (shock collar) when she seriously got out of hand. "judge judy" is no relation to the tv judge.
LYRIC:
I can't wait to get home to you
I got so much work to do, work, work
Oh, come on work me baby, come on home, oh
Come on work me baby, oh
I'm taking care of business, baby can't you see
I've gotta make it for you and gotta make it for me
Sometimes it seems boy I'm neglecting you
Well I'd love to spend more time
I got so many things to do
Oh, I, I got work to do
I got work baby
I got a job baby
I got work to do
Said I got work to do
Oh, I'm out here trying to make it
Baby can't you see
It takes a lot of money to make it
Let's talk truthfully
So keep your love light burnin'
Oh, you've gotta have a little faith
You might as well get used to me
Coming home a little late
Oh, I can't wait to get home to you
I got so much work to do,
Work, work, baby, work, work
Oh, I can't wait to get home to you
I got so much work to do,
Work, work, baby, work, work
I got a v-a-n-e-double s-a
She's out to give a scene
We used to eat together
Now it's candlelight tv
But woman, work it out, 'till the job's done
Cause it's not the one to flip on his dip, double or one
So I come to your buns like a frankfurter
Accepted in more circles than a shot putter
I suppose you, I surely support you
'Till the course another fader
You're off to work I can dig it -- later
Oh, I, I got work to do
I got work baby
I got a job sugar
I got work to do
Oh, I can't wait to get home to you
I got so much work to do,
Work, work, baby, work, work
Oh, I can't wait to get home to you
I got so much work to do,
Work, work, baby, work, work
Oh, I can't wait to get home to you
I got so much work to do,
Work, work, baby, work, work
Just like pet owners would head for the door to leave, and their pet would start acting a fool. That's the way she was. She knew I was at work, so she started acting a fool by coming onto my jobsite for me countless times. If I hadn't permitted her to come to my job as much as she wanted, she would have had big fits.
I had a holding pen that I used to break the dumb bitch down!
PHOTO COURTESY OF www.sambar.com.au/jsps/product-31.html
I wacked that bitch with "butch" (my whip). I had to keep that bitch in her place.
And I used "judge judy" (shock collar) when she seriously got out of hand. "judge judy" is no relation to the tv judge.
PHOTO COURTESY OF dog-e-collar.com/Innotek_Stop_Barking_Collar.html
PHOTO COURTESY OF www.sportydesktops.com/wallpaper/F/73/
DELEGATE: Jump through the hoop, girl (PPX). She jumps!
(AUDIENCE CLAPS)
DELEGATE (PATS AND RUBS HER SIDE)
She knew I was the man. That's why she came on my job. Dam, can't a brotha go to work and get that cabbage (money) without being hounded on (stalked) by that bitch.
(ISLEY BROTHER'S WORK TO DO PLAYS.)
I can't wait to get home to you
I got so much work to do, work, work
Oh, come on work me baby, come on home, oh
Come on work me baby, oh
I'm taking care of business, baby can't you see
I've gotta make it for you and gotta make it for me
Sometimes it seems boy I'm neglecting you
Well I'd love to spend more time
I got so many things to do
Oh, I, I got work to do
I got work baby
I got a job baby
I got work to do
Said I got work to do
Oh, I'm out here trying to make it
Baby can't you see
It takes a lot of money to make it
Let's talk truthfully
So keep your love light burnin'
Oh, you've gotta have a little faith
You might as well get used to me
Coming home a little late
Oh, I can't wait to get home to you
I got so much work to do,
Work, work, baby, work, work
Oh, I can't wait to get home to you
I got so much work to do,
Work, work, baby, work, work
I got a v-a-n-e-double s-a
She's out to give a scene
We used to eat together
Now it's candlelight tv
But woman, work it out, 'till the job's done
Cause it's not the one to flip on his dip, double or one
So I come to your buns like a frankfurter
Accepted in more circles than a shot putter
I suppose you, I surely support you
'Till the course another fader
You're off to work I can dig it -- later
Oh, I, I got work to do
I got work baby
I got a job sugar
I got work to do
Oh, I can't wait to get home to you
I got so much work to do,
Work, work, baby, work, work
Oh, I can't wait to get home to you
I got so much work to do,
Work, work, baby, work, work
Oh, I can't wait to get home to you
I got so much work to do,
Work, work, baby, work, work
Just like pet owners would head for the door to leave, and their pet would start acting a fool. That's the way she was. She knew I was at work, so she started acting a fool by coming onto my jobsite for me countless times. If I hadn't permitted her to come to my job as much as she wanted, she would have had big fits.
I domesticated her too much. Now I'm paying the price for having her as my pet. She's gone wild now. She'll snap at me in a minute (she's been insane). She's done it already in the past, not only at me, but at everyone down for General Kabaka Oba.
Dam, I raised that bitch ass cub. You can take a lion out the jungle, but you can't take the jungle out of her.
(ANDY WILLIAMS' BORN FREE PLAYS.)
LYRIC: Born free, as free as the wind blows As free as the grass grows Born free to follow your heart Live free and beauty surrounds you The world still astounds you Each time you look at a star Stay free, where no walls divide you You're free as the roaring tide So there's no need to hide Born free, and life is worth living But only worth living 'cause you're born free (Stay free, where no walls divide you) You're free as the roaring tide So there's no need to hide Born free, and life is worth living But only worth living 'cause you're born free  |
| PHOTO COURTESY OF freelionpictures.com WHOEVER'S HER TRAINER NOW, HE'S IN FOR SOME UNDUE HELL FROM HER.    PHOTOS OF NICOLE DAVIS, AKA, NIKKI X, AKA, PPX. |
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