Yo, Suga Here

I'm glad you asked. It's pronounced "Suga"...

Like "Sugar" without the "r". Like a female version of Suge Knight. Take your pick.

I was born in Little Haiti, Miami...

I guess I'm lucky I didn't get sacrified in some kind of Voo Doo foolishness. Instead, I hooked up with some Katrina refugees, and eventually one of them brought me back to New Orleans, which is where I live now. Yer damn right it's awesome.

The word you can't think of is "Tabico".

I'm a tabby with a tortoise shell back, and I'm also a calico, so you know I'm totally insane in tha membrane and down with whatever.

People always ask me...

How I keep such a tight little package. I dunno, I was a runt. I weigh like 5 or 6 pounds, more than enuf to kick your sorry azz.

Pay no attention to the cat behind me

The black and white cat behind me is Lucci, who's mostly my beeatch but also as useless as tits on a pig. He sleeps like 23 hours a day, and it would be more if I didn't bum rush every couple hours just to wake him up...

So that's it...

I'm available for appearances and product endorsements, but I don't work cheap. Nevermind, I'm sure your punk azz can't afford me.

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