Please stop acting like you don’t know how much junk you got in your trunk when you are picking out clothes. Because you know.
Dude’s got a raccoon on his head. Let me repeat that…..DUDE’S GOT A RACCOON….ON HIS HEAD. Somebody tell Davey Crockett here he is supposed to skin it first, then put him in a Lysol bath.
It looks as if Donald Trump and John Daly morphed into one big creepy (probably loaded off Miller Lite) being.
I can understand a few holes, some fading, even a paint splatter or two, but come on buddy!