Weezy F. Baby is jocking my style. Instead of letting professionals put in some work, Mr. Carter (no relation to my unk; none whatsoever) called up Trisha from down the street who had a computer and bootlegged version of Photoshop. He came over with a family photo album in tow. She made it do what it do. Voila! Grade A Fuckery.

I would like to tell Weezy F. Baby this though: give me back my damn tux. I ain't playing neither.

Shit like this is why my blog is maxed out in Grade A Fuckery posts.