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.
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.
Nice wonder-bra. Now I just wonder why you think you don’t need to add a shirt to that outfit.
I can’t even imagine where someone would be coming from wearing golf shoes, short jorts, a fanny pack, and a Bob Segar shirt besides the greatest party of all time.