Oh, don't get me wrong...I think it looks idiotic with half of a kid's ass hanging out of his pants and his mouth full of gold...but he probably thought I looked like poindexter in my khakis, golf shirt, and penny loafers too. We can still talk basketball at a gas station. It would be different if he showed up on my front porch to pick up my daughter.
It is what it is...




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