Vision Mr. Poppinator... leaning back in this lawn chair, a legend in his own mind by his blow up pool in west vance... sipping on a cold PBR with Redman spit stains on his wife-beater... he belches.. and with his best Darth Vader voice gives it a big ole... "Rooooooow damn thde by Gawd... rooooolllll!" and then... he soils himself on the way to the golf course.
Jesus, you are just reaching utter embarrassment status now.
This is like watching Nick Marshall in a math competition. Sad, because you don't want to poke fun at someone so incredibly retarded, but you just can't help continuing to watch the trainwreck unfold.