Were you raised by a man of character who taught you right from wrong? Yeah me neither.
Although he was considerably flexible for a fat guy.
As a result of my poor upbringing here's what I get up to on my spare time:
My buddy Cuervo hit me up wanting to go to Hollywood. I was already in L.A. so we arranged for him to pick me up on Los Angeles Street in the heart of downtown. He drove up and down the street but could not see me. We were wasting precious party minutes, so I decided to one for the team. I threw what dignity I had left out of the hole in the wall I call a window and started dancing like a leprechaun. That way Cuervo could see me his next lap down the street.