Nothing says “baller” like some big-faced-hundreds on a shirt tucked into some camo shorts that are pulled up to your nipples……Look out Jay-Z.
I guess the Drano in my eyes was only a temporary solution. Someone please just come at my eyes with a cheese grater and don’t stop until it breaks.
Mullet? Check. Stupid drinking t-shirt? Check. Proud of it? Check. Armed? Hell Yeah!
Hey buddy, while you are on your cool bluetooth could you call the optometrist for me because you have permanently screwed up my vision. You might as well make an appointment for yourself while you’re at it because it’s obvious that you can’t see either.