Now look at him.
Mike Tyson coming out with a bitch bag at the irregulars errr discount suit spot? Say it aint so.
Getting rolled up on by substandard post-cougar mamis errrr mommies?
The look on the white cat’s face pretty much says it all, in fact, I think that’s my cousin Drake (sure his gear and hair are horrible, but he’s a director, it’s part of his earthy shtick), giving him our patented Arlington family gas face. The truth is and I hate to say this because I’m a big Mike Tyson fan, but Mike aint been shit since I whooped his ass in Punch Out.