Whatever’s keeping these two together, it’s not a shared sense of refinement.
But you can trick out an old dawg.
‘Cause they’ll never stay home and they’ll always be hoes.
Most people don’t COORDINATE.
Big Daddy Cane. (SEE WHAT I DID THERE?)
And his money’s on his ass.
Solid. Solid as a rock.
Nope, I still don’t know what’s wrong with me.
Sorry, ghetto Ronald McDonald—Waldo’s sister just ain’t that into you.
So ends our miniseries of hipsters in black clothing and hats.