Several months ago I
pimped out my newest t-shirt I purchased from the rawking
Wigu. (Read his blog and buy his shit. He's THE awesome.) Only at some point during the course of the year, I lost the stinking shirt. So what did I do? I bought a brand new one. I needed something to wear at the opening night premiere of Snakes on a Plane afterall. But as Fate would have it, I discovered what happened to my long lost shirt.
From the tip of your foppish hat to the tonguing of that superfluous consonant, I hate you Samuel L Jackson.