Kid comes into the beer store while I'm picking out my oat soda.
He's maybe 14 tops, looks more like 9, decked out in brand-new, name-brand, high-end boutique upper-middle-class-suburbanite-white-kid gangsta wear, inculding the prerequisite headphones-bigger-than-his-actual-head.
He makes a very laughable attempt to buy a single cigar. Not laughable because he's so obviously pre-pubescent, but the way he spoke.
hizzle the drizzle, mah nizzle, fo'shizzle.
I pointed out to him he didn't sound like Snoop Dogg, he sounded like Bill Cosby.
He had no idea who Bill Cosby was, I feel old... but the clerk and I had a good laugh.
He's maybe 14 tops, looks more like 9, decked out in brand-new, name-brand, high-end boutique upper-middle-class-suburbanite-white-kid gangsta wear, inculding the prerequisite headphones-bigger-than-his-actual-head.
He makes a very laughable attempt to buy a single cigar. Not laughable because he's so obviously pre-pubescent, but the way he spoke.
hizzle the drizzle, mah nizzle, fo'shizzle.
I pointed out to him he didn't sound like Snoop Dogg, he sounded like Bill Cosby.
He had no idea who Bill Cosby was, I feel old... but the clerk and I had a good laugh.
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