This amusing story comes from TMZ.com and reminds me of a time I got lost shortly after driving out of the Newark, NJ airport. I had to turn around and the only way to do so was going through a rather iffy neighborhood. As I drove along, I observed three males walking, whose proximity to my car usually might have given me pause.
But suddenly I felt very safe – all three had pants that were so baggy they were falling down past their butts, and the only they could walk with any dignity was with one or both hands keeping their pants hoisted up. I couldn’t figure out how they would run or make any fast moves without tripping over their pants. All I could do was laugh out loud.
Which is what you will do when reading this ridiculous claim and “color” commentary (and pardon Mr. Game’s rather, er, colorful language):