Wiz Khalifa, now sitting on 14 minutes of fame and counting, should just buy himself a lifetime's supply of weed by offering to make a customized [COLOR/ COLOR] -themed version of "Black and Yellow" for your team. Otherwise you get amateurs making it up as they go, and that's when this happens.
You can give your children everything: money, excellent schooling, high-quality orthodontics, ample consumer goods, and an upbringing as turbulence-free as a tiny Cadillac ride across Gwyneth Paltrow's ass. You can give them access to one of the finest educations in all the land. And despite this, they will all end up wearing North Face, Mountain Hard Wear, drinking liquor that comes in a plastic bottle out of Solo Cups, and bobbing their heads to a rap by the recently fired lead singer of a Papa Roach cover band.
It's going to happen, and as parents future or otherwise none of us can do anything about a potentially lengthy douchebag phase in our child's life. Only the disapproving and hesitant glare of the three black guys at the party can do anything to stem the tide of youthful tastelessness. (You know, the kind you have before you develop full-grown adult tastelessness, the superior grade because it is an experienced, battle-tested tastelessness.)
(Via) We can't wait for Michigan's, version of this.
Yeah, you know what it is
Or do you, since you have no data set
And cannot say for certain what this inductively may be
If you're comfortable with a correlation
And I'm not saying you are
Because that would be presumptuous
And a Michigan Man never assumes
Unless you want me to, but
I'm just seeing what kind of relationship we're building here.
MAIZE AND BLUE
MAIZE AND BLUE
MAIZE AND BLUE
MAIZE AND BLUE