Classics.

One of the best. Fuck the rest.

Barbers Starts Today.

So, I'll be there hanging out with my niggas. Back to posting next week.

So icy, that boy freezin'.

I have always wondered what these dudes do for work. We all want to say that they live at home with their parents still, but surely that's only a fraction of them. Only a handful of wiggers probably actually sell drugs successfully too. And the ones that don't end up getting robbed by some real mother fuckers cut that percentage in half. I think that there may be about 4 in history that made it as rappers, and one of them is from Alabama. There was this dude that delivered for the produce distributer at my old job years ago and he went by the name Chopper. Dude was originally from New Orleans and had a grill that would put many of the famous ones to shame. Me and my friend Steve had a make-believe life background story for Chopper. That he was a famous cajun rapper that had to relocate after Hurricane Katrina and shit like that.  

Birmingham Critters Are The Best.

We saw this little munchkin rolling hard through the city yesterday. Dude was about to get real.

A Common Love.

Digger.

Wigger.

Yeah bra, Ya did it!

You made that kid look as ridiculous as you. You must've had sex before.

Yo Son.

The one thing you need to add more gangster to your wiggerdry? A mutha fuckin' snake.

Money Over Bitches.

You look like a true pimp and not dopey at all. I need more fucked tattoos.

Reverse Shocker.

Panama City Beach

Has tons of these characters running around everywhere. I think that might be our next weekend trip. Riding a motorcycle through the backwoods of the panhandle is awesome. And everyone there looks like they are from Jersey Shore.