i'll still never forget the time i went to see 8 mile the second week it was out with my father. when we were heading out the movie theater, i was

when i saw this middle age white guy dressed up in polo shorts, a golf shirt and fukking golf hat looking like he came right out the country club standing up with his mouth in awww watching the fukking ending credits. i was just thinking to myself like i damn sure know this dude wouldn't be there if that was jay-z in the movie and it was called "marcy". fukking crazy, man.