finals are back, as is the fancy outfit... and the moustache!
i like to call it: Portait of the future 3rd world dictator... as a young man. no, not one of James Joyce's lesser known works, but rather the making of a leader. you know how the process works... first they start off at an elite western educational institution (check, check, check, check), then they grow the 'stache (check), then they buy a pair of aviators (check), then they go straight to the top, by whatever mean necessary (workin' on it).
it's on like monkey kong baby! hate the 'stache, not the player.
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Now, all you need is a perm and an ill-fitting gray suit, eh?
if that whole plan doesn't work out, you can always be a stunt double:
http://img.verycd.com/posts/0509/post-330480-1127300191.jpg
shoo, no updates during spring break? =/
i wonder if airport security hassled you more than usual with your new ron burgundy hit man look.. hmmm... did they?
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