I think in my next life I'm going to be a backup dancer in a rap video.
And no, I don't mean a hoochie groupie who grinds her booty. (Try saying that five times fast)
I actually mean one of those bouncer looking dudes who stands next to the rapper.
I believe the job requirements go something like this:
1) Outweigh tour bus
2) Own wardrobe consisting entirely of track suits never actually used for track
3) Eat more McDonalds than the Super Size Me guy
4) Versatile enough to say one word per song verse
5) Capable of nodding head without cracking a smile
Why groom your kid to be the next Tiger Woods or Rhodes Scholar when you can just feed him fast food, keep him out of gym class and teach him how to say yes without talking ...
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