

*Ghostface voice*
Yeah yeah, these are warm weather right here. I’m talking walking around, munching on a mango, spilling a bit of the juice on your white tee but still not giving a damn because you’ll take that bad boy off and just wear your wifebeater since it’s too hot for a shirt anyways. Hell yeah that was a run-on sentence like a mother. And what? I said it that way too, gettin’ as many as many words in one breath as I could. You put these on and your ego gets amplified like Michael Buffer is walking behind you, announcing your arrival wherever you’re going. Give me the orange joints, the Super Blues from the other day & a pack of Starburts, then call me tickled pink.
You? You can cop now from Hanon. They don’t have my size so I’m on the sidelines for the time being, hoping these come stateside.
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