Jesus, you are just reaching utter embarrassment status now.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.
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.