At least the clock’s right twice a day, he hasn’t been right since the eighties.
He only brings out his formal clock for court appearances. I’m surprised that he didn’t wear his formal Viking helmet.
That’s one helluva keychain.
Pfft…you call that a keyring? My ex-wife has three times that much shit on her LITTLE one.
Mullet-Granny looks like she’s not familiar with black people, but could be convinced to take a ride.
Insert janitor joke here. I don’t know, y’all figure it out. I’m going to go drink.
How the hell did he get into a court room with all that crap? They made me take off my studded belt for jury duty.
I AM THE KEYMASTER! ARE YOU THE MUTHAFUKKAN’ GATEKEEPER?!? YEAHHH BOYYYYEEEEE!!!
that was fantastic
That’s a lot of keys for a ’97 Escort and a 4th-floor walk-up.
Somewhere there is a high school janitor that can’t open a single door at work.
He may have to trade that clock in for a calendar.
The warden’s patting himself down thinking, “Now where did I leave my… oh, that scamp Flav is up to his old tricks again!”
Is being a subhuman trollop and a totally self-centered little general a prerequisite for being a music star these days? Though, come to think of it, I went to a Public Enemy concert in 1993 and FF was detained at the border then, so I guess it’s not a new act, either.
totally self-centered little general —Him and KimK are the same only she is fatter.
Flava has the keys to a parallel universe, and a time travel device on his person at all times. They’re called drugs, super duper drugs.
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