Grade A Fuckery presented by John Deere & Random Ass Dance Cutscenes
I'm perplexed by this video. What the eff does it have to do with growing up wanting to be famous? I'm never in traffic dancing on cars when I fantasize at growing up to be rich and famous. When I fantasize about that, I'm usually on leer jets with Tee-Tee or island hopping with Uncle Jay or hiding in Best Buy's broom closet waiting on Millie to finish her shift because Momma and Kizzy are busy "promoting careers" and no one could babysit me.
But I digress.
SIDEBAR: Wait a minute... where's the other one?