lol. this reminds me of that time i was down south. i visited a cousin that lived in a different town than i was staying in. we decided to go to a club, but i didnt have access to my suitcase/gear so he let me borrow one of his shirts.
not to sound ungrateful, but after going thru his chit for a nice minute, i finally stumbled upon something hot. and i dont think he really f*cked wit that shirt like that. go figure.
then he kept trying to tell me to un-button the top button like we were in 3rd grade or some chit. we had a back-n-forth for like a few good minutes. i figured he thought i was crazy.
i was so ready to go to the club that i didnt even stop & think that he was trying to get me to rock that chit like a bama. he prolly started to assume that i was some nerd nicca because of the top button. like dude was saying on the 1st page.